“I don’t know,” I said desperately, my voice breaking. “I was there, yes, but I didn’t touch her. She—she slipped, James. It was an accident.”
“An accident?” he spat, his eyes narrowing. “Just like my sister’s death was an accident? Just like our baby—” He yelled, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
“Don’t,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “Don’t bring our child into this.”
“Why not?” he said, his voice rising, his eyes blazing with fury. “It’s the truth, isn’t it? You ta...