When I got the news, Marcus had just finished taking me to see a therapist.
Standing in the sunlight, I felt a sense of relief wash over me.
Marcus ruffled my hair affectionately and joked, “Looks like I’m more effective than the therapist.”
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When we got home, Carter was standing at the door.
He was covered in blood, his hair a mess, looking almost as disheveled as I had when I was homeless.
As soon as he saw me, he dropped to his knees with a thud.
Marcus stepped in front of me protectively, clearly startled.
“Lindsey, I was wrong. I’m sorry, I’m a bastard! You can yell at me, hit me, whatever you want–I’m so sorry…”
He was crying uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down his face.
All I felt was disgust.
The boy I had once admired was now completely erased from my heart.
I glanced at him indifferently, then turned to Marcus and said, “Call the police. I’m scared.”
“Alright”
In no time, the police arrived.
Even as they took him away, Carter kept apologizing, kept begging for forgiveness.
But what difference did it make?
A broken mirror can never be made whole again..
The damage was done, and I needed the future to heal.
In that future, there would never be a place in my heart for Carter again.
A month later, Amy was discharged from the hospital, fully recovered.
That’s when I handed the backup USB drive over to the police.
The drive contained the recording of our conversation on the balcony that day.
Amy never would have imagined that there was a hidden camera on the balcony.
Back then, a stray cat used to wander into the house looking for food.
Carter hated cats, so I secretly set up a small shelter for it on the balcony.
During those dark times, that stray cat was my only source of joy.
To see it more often, I even installed a surveillance camera.
Unfortunately, Carter eventually discovered the cat.
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He flew into a rage and killed it right in front of me.
I held its tiny lifeless body and cried for a long time.
But Carter just looked at me with disdain. “Lindsey, you’re just as disgusting as that cat.”
The cat was gone, but the camera remamed.
That day, I lured Amy to the balcony and captured evidence of her crimes.
Maybe, in some way, that little stray cat was still helping me.
With the footage and the comparison of the handwriting from the forged suicide note, the verdict on Amy’s case came quickly.
She was convicted of attempted murder and sentenced to life in prison with a suspended death sentence.
Not long after, Carter, who was already serving time for attempted murder, received the news.
Hall family had gone bankrupt.
