"Why didn't you answer my calls?" Aunt Vera demanded, her expression somewhat twisted.
"Why didn't you come back to help me find Caspian?" she suddenly shouted. My parents were startled, clearly not expecting her outburst.
I, however, looked at her coldly. After being her daughter-in-law for over twenty years, I knew better than anyone her talent for acting and twisting facts.
Mom wanted to speak up but I tugged at her sleeve.
"Let's go inside. It's unnecessary."
Mom hugged me, glaring at Aunt Vera, but she couldn't resist leaving a parting shot: "You can't manage your own son, and you expect Celeste to help you? What does Celeste have to do with your sons' actions? You've got the wrong person, I'm telling you!"
Once inside, Dad immediately contacted a friend and scheduled house viewings for the afternoon. If all went well, we might move the next day.
Mom and I sat on the couch, and she gently stroked my hair. "It's okay, it's okay. We'll soon be far away from them."