Proof

The shock in her eyes was undeniable. She opened her mouth but closed it again. I knew she wanted to say something but she couldn’t form it into words. She took a few deep breaths before raising an eyebrow at me. She seemed to have regained her demeanor and then stepped forward.
“How dare you” Her teeth are gritting. She raised her hand and was ready to slap me but I stared at her sharply. I did not shake. Even if she slaps me now, I will not sit on the ground just because she is my husband’s mother. Her hand stopped in the air, panting because her hand was just hanging and she couldn’t continue what she wanted to do. I took it as a chance to speak to her. She pushed me as if I was still at fault. Her jewelry is already ringing.
“That’s not the answer I’m expecting for. Why does my question seem so far from your reaction and answer.” My tone is cold. The cold wind was blowing and anger seemed to burn even more in my heart. My expression was blank in exchange for her face not being able to paint.
“Are you accusing me?” There is a scratch in every word of her. Why does she have to be mad if I only need an explanation from her. This is not the reaction I want to get from her. I want her to tell the truth because somehow she is still the parent of the person I love and even in that part I will respect her.
“I’m not accusing you because I have proof; it’s called ‘stating the truth,’ don’t wait for me to tell Randall the truth and give him my evidence.” I don’t threaten her because I need anything; I tell her because I know it’s the only way I’ll be able to persuade her. In addition, I won’t be able to tell Randall the truth since I’m more terrified of how he’ll react. I have yet to blame mommy Amelia for my parents’ deaths because I still believe she was not the perpetrator and am waiting for justice to be served.
Her terror was visible on her face. There’s no denying that she was terrified when I mentioned my husband’s name. She feared her son more than she thought her husband. I’d like to apologize to daddy Adelard for what my father did to him. He was the one who was most impacted by it. I can’t take the thought of Randall betraying me; it’s so shattered that it’s still tormenting my head. I wanted to ask them if what they were thinking about hurting someone. What temptations do they face? I’d want to know so that I may fully understand them.
I no longer grasp my emotions, and I am frequently driven by them. Mommy Amelia is still refusing to acknowledge it. I’m not sure she’ll confess it since she’s defending herself. Why, in fact, would Amelia Adams plead to a long-forgotten sin? She is happy today, however my mother was not comfortable with their betrayal at the time.
“What did your conscience do to put you to sleep? How could you do it to someone who was already married? I’d want to know your reasoning because I can’t believe you’re smiling while tricking someone when my mother is drowning in alcohol!” I was flabbergasted by the length of what I had to say. But she just avoided looking at me; she was plainly guilty, but she remained standing.
“You are just like your mother. You are so curious that in the end, you get hurt!” She growled at me furiously. How she manages to shift the blame that should be for her. Just so as not to tarnish her character, she will return the blame to the person who should be the victim!
“Do you really think you can avoid the truth? Do you think that because there are no more people involved, you can escape?” No matter what I tried to make her understand, she would not get it. If I hadn’t stolen that data it might have been even worse than the embarrassment it would have taken.
“I’M NOT CLEAR TO WHAT YOU’RE SAYING! ” She yelled loudly, and I was caught off guard by her unexpected shove on me. I was taken aback by what she did all of a sudden.
I would have just stood up with assistance from behind me. When I turned to see who it was, I noticed daddy Adelard standing behind me. I couldn’t talk because I immediately closed my lips. Did he hear what I said? He’s been there for a few moments. I was drenched in perspiration, and when I looked up at mommy Amelia, even she couldn’t look at daddy Adelard. When he said, I instantaneously let out a sigh of relief.
“What’s going on here?” He looked back and forth at me, toward mommy Amelia.
No one talked to us because we were frightened someone might say something improper. But how certain am I that daddy Adelard knows nothing? While contemplating, I looked at mommy Amelia. Her eyes improved, and she appeared to understand what I was saying. When her necklace rang because she was racing to her spouse, I turned to daddy Adelard and was about to open my lips.
“Winter is here to meet us, but she’s also going home, isn’t that right Winter?” She scowled at me as if to warn me. I came to a halt to kiss her on the cheek before nodding in accord. I really don’t want to aggravate the situation. When I see her again, I will no longer consent unless I obtain the genuine explanation.
I kissed daddy Adelard and then kissed her. She didn’t push me for the first time. I spoke to her before I could break my kiss with her, and I was sure her ass would heat up to tweak me.
“You made it through today. I’ll give you one. But if I ask you again and you don’t give me a sensible answer, the entire world will be aware of how nauseating your character and personality are. I’ll take care of Randall’s resentment toward me; all I have to do now is revenge my mother’s dead heart before she vanishes.” When I took my face from her, I smiled at her so that daddy Adelard wouldn’t suspect. I never returned their gaze or spoke to them. As I turned around, I just waved.
I didn’t go home initially because I didn’t want Randall and Randle to witness my dead soul on this day. I walked in the direction my feet wanted to lead me. Keep away from loud trucks. I can’t detect any odors of pollution in the air. And I can’t hear my own thoughts. I just want complete stillness. I’d like to think. But it didn’t take long for me to decide to return to our house. After all, the sky was starting to darken due to rain. Maybe they’re concerned about me as well, because I don’t even check to see if they’ve contacted me.
I took the phone from my handbag to check Randall’s messages, hoping he hadn’t hacked into my texts earlier. He stated it simply, yet it made me happy. I clenched my fist over my phone. We’re starting to feel happier again. Am I going to annihilate it? What about my mother, though? I don’t consider my father to be a saint, but I used to believe he was respectable. My heart couldn’t accept the fact that my father was still the source of my mother’s suffering.
My phone appeared to have rung. I didn’t glance to see who was calling since I assumed it was Randall. However, that is the voice of a lady I no longer want to hear. My chin sighed heavily even before she could pronounce the words. Because it was so difficult to sink, her speech was like a dagger to me. In the background, I could hear a loud voice. It’s still early in the morning, yet she’s already at the club.
“It’s all your fault. It’s entirely your fault!” Her voice cleared as she said her final phrase, and she became enraged. I shifted my gaze away from the tree I was starring at. I have no desire to be harmed. She is just like me. We both wanted nothing more than to be happy. The only difference between us is that she blew her chance. It’s not my fault that she’s in pain now since Randall no longer likes her. I didn’t react to her rage.
“How come you and your son didn’t die when I pushed you?” Every word she shouted stung me, but I didn’t say anything; instead, I let her unload her rage on me. That’s OK if that’s the reason she wants to get rid of her grief. She will feel better if she is pleased there. I understand how she feels since I’ve been in a scenario like this before.
She didn’t hang up the phone and continued to weep. Her voice was starting to fade. I’m not sure what I should say to her. I shouldn’t console her since I’m a woman and I know her pride will be crushed. I gnawed on my nails. I simply sat there and listened to her every cry. But while I listened to her, the speaker on the other end of the phone yanked me out of my seat.
“We’ve finished. Her son was inside when we were burning down the house.” A funky bassline, and you can see the man has a massive body. Because the call was recorded while I was running, I hit mute so they couldn’t hear me.
“And how about Randall?” ” It was Charlotte’s voice once more. Her voice has become a little hushed. My brow wrinkled even more, and my uneasiness increased by a factor of two. My step has become so large that I can no longer measure it. “Don’t tell me…” I couldn’t hear what she said next since my phone died unexpectedly.
I want it to throw why it died when I needed it. I only hope their voice recording is kept. I also don’t know how I’m going to contact Randall. Why am I unable to charge my phone? I instantly grabbed a cab to the home; all I wanted to do was ask the driver if he could fly the car so I could get there right away.
I was nervous in the cab and depressed when I noticed a large fire approaching from our village. As the taxi neared, I peeked out the window, and as we arrived, I noticed a large number of firefighters. I rushed out of the taxi and couldn’t pay because I was looking for Randall and Randle. My gaze was drawn to them.
And I’d practically squeal with delight when I saw Randall standing there, rocking Randle to sleep. I dashed over to him and hugged them both. They were both taken aback as my tears continued to fall. Randall also hugged me. I wanted to ask, but I couldn’t think of anything since I was weeping. Randall didn’t say anything and simply embraced me even more tightly.
“Don’t worry, we’re alright,” he said once my tears subsided. He brushed my tears away while still hugging Randle. Randle also hugged me. We were all looking at the raging fire, and there appeared to be no way to put it out. As we stood there watching, he talked and accepted that our fairy tale house had vanished due to too much memories.
“Perhaps it wants to forget terrible memories, even if they are a huge part of our existence,” he said as he looked me in the eyes. I could see his breathing, as if he’d been locked for a long time in something his mouth couldn’t utter. It was as if he had been liberated from a long-term incarceration but had not been given the ability.
During the moments he stared at me, I wondered whether I was the only one who had carrying about the memories for so long. I believe I was the one who tied a chain around my neck to keep me from becoming entrapped by painful memories. Randall attempted to take the straps off of me, but I was so clinging to them that I had to take them off myself. Perhaps, like mommy Amelia, I should bury everything in forgetfulness. Everything has moved forward, and there is no room for my rage. Would my mother be pleased if I could exact my revenge? She kept everything from me in order for me not to despise my father.
I took a long breath in. I believe one breath contained all of my wrath and sorrow for Randall’s mother and my father. I let them go with the smoke and then responded to what Randall said.
“You are correct. We may need a new house to fill it with even more lovely memories, when we were just three and with our future children.” We returned our attention to the slowly fading fire.