Vyan blinked, trying to make sense of Fred's words. "Come again?"
Fred stood up and paced in front of him, wild-eyed and breathing heavily, his hands shaking with barely restrained fury. "It was you!" he hissed, pointing an accusing finger at Vyan. "You killed my baby boy!"
Vyan stared at Fred, utterly baffled. "Wait, wait, what?" he stammered, trying to wrap his mind around the accusation. "I did that? How could I— I was a kid!"
"Oh, you are now acting all innocent, huh?" Fred scoffed, itching his hand. "You were bothering my Arthur in the playground as always! You were teasing and name-calling him, and then, you… you," his breaths got shallow, "You pushed him down! His head hit the stone—and then you ran, like the coward you are!"
Vyan gaped at the man, jaw-dropped. There was so much he wanted to say in defense of that, but... seriously, what the fuck?
