"You don't want to know either?"
Harrison's face was flushed scarlet with rage, and the way he looked at me was the way you'd look at something filthy on the bottom of your shoe.
His fists were clenched. His mouth opened, then closed. He wanted to curse me out but couldn't find the words.
Greta immediately stepped in front of him, jabbing her finger at my face:
"You shameless tramp! Even now you're trying to play on my son's soft heart!"
"Even if he believed you, I never would! Don't you dare try to sink your claws into him again!"
Marilyn shuffled forward from the side, sobbing.
"I didn't want to cause a fight between you and Harrison."
"But I couldn't keep lying for you either, sis."
"This is all my fault. I should never have followed you that day. I wish I hadn't been so curious."
She reached for my hand as she spoke, as if begging me to forgive her.
Harrison watched the scene, and his expression softened instantly.
"Sandra Cobb, she's your own sister. One of you is pure and kind, and the other is cheap trash. I must have been blind."
Those words carved through whatever hope I had left, and the last scrap of it crumbled to nothing.