Isabella PovMy mind drifted, the way it always did when things became too much to bear. Back to my mum. Back to the accident. Back to that night — the night that changed everything.My mum had just had an argument with my dad. I was just five years old, frail and innocent. I could hear them arguing about something but couldn't make out the words. I curled my knees up, bringing my head down, trying to soothe myself. My eyes were becoming blurry with tears, my cheeks red.Boom! I heard something shatter, and my heart skipped a beat. I scurried to my feet, my little legs carrying me as fast as they could to their door.The door was slightly open, and I peered through the gap. I could see papers flying, the room scattered, things turned upside down. Then my mum said something that made my dad's blood run cold. His face twisted in terror, and he took a step back, gripping the edge of the window for support, his hands trembling.I took a step back, but bumped into a table, and that got the
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