Oliver froze.
Old Mrs. Horton broke the silence. "When he was born, he was hooked up to tubes, lying in the ICU. After two months in the incubator, the day we finally brought him home, you tried to strangle him. You put your hands around his neck, then pressed a pillow to his face. Oliver, he was just a baby! How could you be so cruel?"
Oliver's face twisted with anger. "This is your fault! You kept getting in the way! Every time, you caught me before I could finish it. If you hadn't, things wouldn't be like this!"
