Chapter Fifty – It's not Clara.

Clara averted her gaze when the police man sat in front of her. 'Did you know your home had a CCTV camera?" he asked in a hushed tone. Clara turned to him. 'I guess you didn't know" he shrugged. Her eyes were now glued to him. 'So the camera caught you push your little brother down the stairs. Caught you break your mom's vase to caught your sister with the pieces and also at one time, caught you stabbing your sister with a knife one night". Sweat was profusely streaming down Clara's neck, down to her thighs. 'Well, you are a minor and won't go to prison but those are crimes. And you were said to have survived a traumatic kidnap or say, attempted murder. It's safe to say that you are…." The police mam searched Clara's face to get a reaction. She frowned and answered, 'I am not mad. I am not detrimental. All of you are. My brother spread rumors about me. Yes, it was an accident, I admit". The police man nodded, 'You admit?" She rolled her eyes but nodded, 'Yes, I do. And it was f