CHAPTER 67

AVA:

"Is everything about you some bad luck, huh? Why does my grandchild have to die in a place you're in." Clara, my mother-in-law said and I couldn't help but turn my back to her and roll my eyes.

With the effects her words had on me, if I had replied to her at all, then my words would have come out brutish.

I didn't know what snapped in my head but all of a sudden, I felt the weight of the maltreatment in my head. I felt that burden on my throat that came from being unheard for many years and I thought that I deserved to say at least a word to her.

After all, being accused of murder was a serious offense that I shouldn't let slide so easily.

"I'm no bad luck. And you can say that about someone who wasn't within the vicinity when Aria died. Watch what you say, murder isn't just child's play. Besides, if you weren't so chaotic yourself, you wouldn't have transferred Aria from your house to this place." I said, banking on what Sarah had earlier told me.

With so much confidence in my e