95 Water under the bridge

95. Water under the bridge

I don't know what to do. I trusted Matt more than anyone in this whole world. He could kill me a hundred times with his words but would never hurt me. I knew he hated my father. Many people hated my father. If I need a suspect I only have to look around. There will be many people who would happily put a knife in his heart. But the world doesn't work like a cheesy revenge movie. There will be consequences for that dreadful action and that would be the only thing that is going to stop them.

I got a call from an unknown number. I picked it up nervously. Why was I getting so nervous? Is this pregnancy hormones or the fact that there is somebody out there who had a vendetta against my father?

"Hello daughter," I heard a melodious voice. Instead of soothing me, it gave me the opposite effect.

"Why are you calling me?", I asked rudely.

"Can't a mother call her daughter?", she asked me.

"You never called me before. You didn't even care when my father died", I said.