“You’re not the first moron to think Isabel is innocent. Do you think I haven’t had psychologists, police, doctors, nurses, all kinds turn up at my door with conspiracy theories about how I’m the real murderer and I should be in prison? Do you think I haven’t heard it all?” He squeezed tighter, his thumb beginning to dig into my windpipe. “Don’t presume I’m an idiot, and never presume you can walk into my house and play pals with my son. Don’t ever come here again, and keep your nose out of my family’s business.” David let me go and stepped back, leaving me standing there with sweat sticking
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