“Elizabeth, stop it!” my father cried, leaning heavily against Keith Allen for support. “Show some respect for your sister.” I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t hold it in another second. Seeing him standing at my sister’s grave, consoling my parents had flicked a switch inside of me. “He did it, Daddy.” With tears streaming down my face, I screamed at the top of my lungs and pointed to him. “He killed Caoimhe!”
