"That's not true! If Emily had just let me bully her, I wouldn't have brought the curling iron to school that day. The fire wouldn't have happened, and my dad would still be alive! It's all Emily's fault, all of it…"

Christina rambled on, repeating that it was my fault.

My brother collapsed to the ground as if all strength had drained from him, tears flooding his eyes. I had never seen him cry so painfully.

"Amy, it's my fault. I blamed you wrongfully. I'm the one at fault…"

Even if Uncle Jack couldn't be saved from that fire years ago, he wouldn't have suffered as much as he was...