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Emily glanced at it and screamed, stumbling backward before collapsing to the floor.
"It's fake, isn't it? Daniel, tell me this is all a lie!"
"How could it be my mom? You said it was your mom who came. Why would it be my mom?"
Suddenly, as if everything clicked, she screamed at me, "I get it now, Daniel. This was all your plan! You knew it was my mom, but you said it was yours. You did this on purpose!"
"You knew I didn't like your mom, so you tricked me into making a mistake!"
"Daniel, you're cruel! My mom was always good to you. How could you do this to her!"
Furious, Emily grabbed a fruit plate from the table and swung it at my head. I caught it just in time.
"Emily, get a grip! I never said it was my mom. You assumed it was."
"When you came home, I tried to tell you, but you didn't want to listen. You went straight to the guest room and locked the door."
"This is all in your head. What does it have to do with me?"
I turned to Jacob, who'd been watching. "If anything, he's more to blame. You missed your last chance to see your mom because of him."
Emily's eyes filled with hatred as she stared at Jacob.
Jacob looked terrified and tried to run, but Emily grabbed his shirt.
"Oh, right. I almost forgot you."
"If you hadn't convinced me to throw your birthday party, I would've gone to the hospital."
"If you hadn't suggested mixing shellfish butter into the hot sauce, my mom wouldn't have had an allergic reaction."
"If you hadn't refused to wear a condom every time, I wouldn't be pregnant. My mom wouldn't have known. She wouldn't have traveled all the way here to take care of me."
The more she spoke, the angrier she became. Her eyes burned with rage.
I had a bad feeling. Emily was directing all her grief and anger toward Jacob, forgetting that she herself was responsible.
I moved to stop her, but I was too late.
The next moment, Emily grabbed a fruit knife from the table and stabbed toward Jacob's stomach.
The blade went in clean, came out red.
Jacob stared in horror at the blood dripping from the knife in Emily's hand and the gash on his arm.
If he hadn't blocked with his arm just in time, the knife would've gone into his stomach.
"Are you crazy, Emily? You actually stabbed me!" Jacob screamed.
"Yes, I'm crazy! You killed my mom! I'm avenging her!" Emily's eyes were wild as she raised the knife again.
"How did I kill your mom? Emily, you need evidence!"
"Fine, I told you to mix shellfish butter into the hot sauce. But I only suggested it—you're the one who did it! Did I force you? No! You did it yourself!"
"You're the one who killed your mom!"
Emily screamed and lunged at Jacob again, shouting, "It wasn't me! I didn't!"
One ran, the other chased with a knife. I sat back and watched.
These two, who'd been all over each other just hours ago, were now enemies. What a show.
Eventually, Jacob overpowered Emily and knocked the knife away.
Unarmed, Emily could only scratch and claw at Jacob.
As they fought, someone knocked on the door.
