“Mr. Russell, can you narrate to us what happened that night?” Prosecutor Smith asked my father.
It was so obvious that Dad has a hard time speaking. Half of his face is burnt. The scars on the left side of his face and his neck says it all. He probably suffered third-degree burns on his body because the burning ceiling landed on him.
“That night,” his voice was slurred. Aunt Belinda was right. He had a hard time adjusting after the fire. He was severely injured and was only adjusting to living normally but this happened. But even now, he still looks weak and sick.
What I just don’t understand is how he could still threaten Aunt Belinda at this state. He could barely say a clear word. I bet he couldn’t even walk like a normal person.
Could evil people have no shame? Or do they eve
