Betty sniffed and approached the boy, “I ... I’m sorry.”

Cody was sitting on Linford’s lap, “Are you gonna repeat bad things about my sister?”

Betty shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks, “I’ll never say anything about your sister or your Mom again.”

She was utterly scared today. She had thought she would really lose her tongue when the knife got in her mouth.

Ann held the girl in her arms, “Your great-grandson pushed Betty and Tylor into the pond. Luckily, someone was around to save them. If he got one minute late, God knows what would happen.”

She was suddenly trying to shift blame now.

Cody wanted...