My husband’s younger sister was in a car accident and dragged for three hundred meters.
I took the driver to court, but my husband, a traffic police officer, pressured me to sign a letter of forgiveness, just because the driver was the brother of his childhood sweetheart.
I stared at the smug siblings and furiously demanded an explanation from my husband.
He said without a care:
“Maybe you should’ve kept a better eye on your sister instead of letting her hang around with that bunch of lowlifes all day.”
“She shouldn’t have been out so late. She got what she deserved.”
I looked at the disfigured corpse and let out a cold laugh.
