Say it Amy,” Johnny tried to sound authoritative but there were tears streaming down his cheeks too, which lessened the effect. “It’s not my fault,” I mumbled just to placate them. “Try again,” Chantelle nudged my shoulder with her hand. “It’s not my fault,” I repeated with slightly more conviction. “I don’t believe you,” Johnny said, shooting me a stern look, which this time, I believed. “It’s not my fault,” I said, my voice firm and clear this time.
