Taking Alicia And Leaving

Sandra's mouth twitched into a small grin as she slowly said, "Bad guys don't confess and you can't see 'villain' on their faces."

Paige had to chuckle. The ocean wind blew her beige coat, showing a peek of her dress and thin, light legs. She lifted her head proudly and shot back, "You messed up my family and bugged me for two decades. Who's the bad guy here? Who's the good one? If I started that fire, I'd admit it. But don't you dare blame me if I didn't."

Sandra moved her messy hair behind her ear. The gray hairs she recently got stood out against her black hair. She said in a rough voice, "Before the fire, you went to that town, asking about my son. Not long after, my son had an accident. Paige, you're so cruel, not even leaving a little kid alone. He was just twelve when it happened thirteen years ago. What could a twelve-year-old boy do to you? Henry didn't want him, didn't accept him, and just left him at my mom's place. But you still wished he was dead."