Framed for Murder

POV: Tessa

"Tessa, what the hell have you done?" Dad repeats. The initial shock in his voice rapidly morphs into a biting, heavy accusation that echoes off the living room walls.

The bloody kitchen knife slips from my trembling fingers. It drops with a sharp, metallic clatter, bouncing against the hardwood floorboards. The sound rings out, deafening in the sudden silence of the house. I blink my