As the cold steel cuffs ratcheted around Mason’s wrists, my mother completely lost her mind. She threw herself at the second detective, clawing at his jacket.
“Stop it! Let him go! My son is a good man! He’s an entrepreneur! Clara, tell them! Tell them this is a horrific misunderstanding! You’re his sister!”
I stood perfectly still, offering her nothing but the hollow, dead stare she had created.
My father, realizing aggression had failed, pivoted to his final strategy: manipulation. He stood up, smoothing his wrinkled linen shirt, and attempted to mold his features into an expression of fatherly sorrow. “Clara. Honey, please. Try to understand. We are grieving, too. We’re in shock. We aren’t thinking straight.”
A dry, bitter chuckle escaped my lips. “Grieving? You literally texted me that Lily’s funeral was trivial .”
My mother burst into massive, theatrical sobs, tears streaming through her expensive foundation. “I was upset! I was emotional about the flights! I didn’t mean it, I swear on my life I didn’t mean it!”
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