When Love Breaks by Jack

Bryant’s mom, grandpa, and his kid were all gone because of them.

“Jane! What kind of nonsense are you spouting?” Margaret stormed over,

shoving me as she fiercely warned, “I could sue you for defamation, you

know?”

Teresa, who seemed less hostile, looked over with confusion. “Ms. Webster,

what do you mean by those two women?”

“What do I mean? You don’t get it?” Under Bryant’s icy glare, I spelled it out

slowly for Teresa. “Years ago, in your quest to marry into the Ferguson family,

you pushed Bryant’s mother, who was pregnant for nine months, down the

stairs. Have you forgotten?”

“Accusations require evidence!” Teresa’s voice rose and fell dramatically,

obviously furious at my allegations.

As Timothy said, Teresa thought destroying the surveillance footage meant

leaving no trace.

Reminded by Teresa’s words, Margaret also focused on the point. “Yeah,

Jane, you can’t just convict someone without proof.”

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“Evidence, you say,” I called Kevin, asking him to bring over the document I

had prepared for Bryant.

quick, arriving soon after with the documents,

the fingerprint analysis report, handing it to Bryant. “Take

your grandpa’s

snatch the report, but

look.

were indeed wiser. If she didn’t grab the

would look

the report, his gaze sharpened horrifyingly at the sight

“Why are your fingerprints

looked confused,

her hands behind her.

softly suggested, “Margaret, think about it. Maybe you were

Timothy right

eyes brightened as

to Bryant with guilt. “That day, Timothy

hurry to give him his medicine. I

he had passed out. That

pill.”

appalled at her ability to fabricate stories. “When I visited

day, you told me you didn’t

doesn’t

something to hide resorted

I done to you? Now, to kick

country, you’re fabricating all sorts of

“Bry, I didn’t do it. You know me.

How could I

…

looked at Bryant, asking,

Margaret said didn’t matter. The

was who Bryant believed.

at me, his gaze deep and absorbing. “Is it true what

pushing

demanded, “Ms. Webster,

If you’re going to drive a wedge between us, you better have