The Accusation

Sylvie's car screeched to a halt in Damon's driveway, tires leaving black marks on the concrete. She sat behind the wheel for just a moment, hands gripping so tight her knuckles had gone white. Tears were still wet on her face but underneath them something harder had taken over. Something burning.

She got out and slammed the door with enough force to rattle the windows of the house next door. She