I looked at Caleb’s serious face and couldn’t help but laugh. He accused me of starting the fire without even asking me a single question, and now, he was all about “protecting” me.
“I don’t need anyone’s protection, Caleb. I didn’t start the fire, so feel free to investigate all you want,” I said, turning to leave.
He tightened his grip on my wrist. His eyes were a mix of confusion and exhaustion, like he couldn’t figure out if he should cover for me.
“You’re older than Bri, but why are you acting less thoughtful than she is?” he asked.
When Brianna heard that, her expression went from pure hatred to something that looked almost sad.
“If that’s what you want, Cay, I’ll let it go for your sake. I won’t press charges, but I’m honestly worried Jean might pull something crazy again. You promised my parents you’d never let me deal with this…”
I stopped and turned to look at them.
As soon as Brianna brought up her parents, Caleb’s expression shifted in a flash. After a second, it looked Hike he made up his mind.
“I’m sorry, Jeanette,” he said. “I can’t let Brianna go through this.”
With that, he left with Brianna, and the door slammed shut in my face.
I pursed my lips, staring at the black door.
This was my husband, Caleb. He talked about having my back, but deep down, he believed I was the one who did it. One minute he was apologizing, and the next, he was locking me in the interrogation room.
What a joke.
They kept me locked up for two whole days. No one bothered to bring me food or water. It didn’t take much to figure out who was behind this–Brianna, of course.
She was the daughter of a fallen hero, so everyone assumed she was in the right. People defended her, took care of her, and a lot of them even hated me because of her.
