Ember's POV

"Murderer!" They all yelled at me, calling me names and throwing things at me as they dragged me around.

The pain, the shame, the torment, I could feel them all as tears rolled down my eyes in torrents.

"I didn't kill him. Please, believe me, I didn't kill him," I kept saying but no one was ready to listen to me. They were all convinced that I was the murderer, and whatever I said only aggravated them more.

How could I possibly kill a man that loved me and treated me just like his daughter when I had no one. How can they believe I could possibly kill...