Revelations

Then

Isaac led me across the street to the park. We sat underneath an old oak tree, his arms around my waist as I leaned into his warm body.

"You didn't hurt him," he murmured.

"How do you know that?"

"You had a fight, which was normal for you two. He'd been drinking again, and you were yelling at him to stop, or you were going to leave."

I blinked away tears, and gazed at him.

"Did you kill my dad, Isaac?"

His silence was all the confirmation that I needed.