I’m Sorry for Everything

Sorry, I can't answer

The phone was ringing again, but Jen couldn’t answer it. She knew who it was, and she simply couldn’t face the person on the other end.

“I’m sorry,” wouldn’t cut it. Not if you had been the cause of someone’s death. Nor would, “What can I do to make it up to you?” because that was pointless, there was nothing she could do.

Jen went back to scrubbing the dishes, tired of having to avoid the caller. If only Jen hadn’t pushed her off the cliff, had called for an ambulance just a minute earlier…

No, she had to stop beating herself up over this. It wasn’t her fault. What a horrible lie. It was her fault, but she hadn’t meant to.

Knock, knock, knock. There was someone at the door. Jen opened it, but immediately wished she hadn’t.

“You killed my sister,” he said, biting back tears, “you killed your sister,”