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I tilt my head and raise a brow.

Unbelievable.

There’s no way I believe this bullshit.

“I know Savannah,” I chip in. “But it seems out of character that she would ever do something like take Brandon back after what he did. She wanted to be done with him.”

He shrugs.

“You can never know. Patients are good at hiding their true thoughts and intentions. You just hope that you can get them to not act them out.”

He says it with such finality that I’m sure he believes she killed Brandon.

And honestly, it’s shaken my resolve a bit.

Yet, I still hold on to the fact that Savannah is innocent. There are things I don’t know about her, true, but I don’t think she did this.

Chapter 25

Savannah

Ishouldn’t be drinking. I know.

But there is nothing else that can help me.

Nothing to dispel the thoughts in my head.

It’s been a week since I walked into Peter’s office and he told me Michael washed his hands of my case.

And in that week, it feels like my life has completely fallen apart.

Finally losing all hope, I moved out of the motel and back into my house. There’s nothing more that the person who framed me wants to do except kill me.

And if that will put me out of my misery, then so be it. I know that the cards are stacked against me and the helpless side of me realizes that I’m not getting out of prison once the verdict is given.

Before the final hearing, I might as well live recklessly.

I’ll call my father.

I should.

I reach into my jeans pocket and pull out my phone. The words are slurred and my screen is blurry, but I reach his number and dial. It takes three rings for him to answer.

“Hello?”

I laugh.

“Hello? That’s how you greet your only daughter? With the same voice you use for a stranger?”

“Savannah?”

The realization in his voice makes me laugh some more.

“You don’t even have my number saved in your phone! Wow! I bet you have Peter’s number saved, though!” I yell. “And I bet you have it saved underbest son”.

“Or is it only child, seeing as he’s the only one you care about? All my life, I tried pleasing you. I wanted the compliments you gave freely to Peter, but your eyes were disappointed and displeased every time you looked at me.” The words spill out of my mouth before my brain registers them.

“Where are you?” He asks somberly.

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