Framed By My Son: The Survivor's Story

ost I shouldn't remember, clinging to th

e faces of vengeful families screaming above

ut through the heat, "Mom! The fir

greed and excitement in his eyes – the same look he had

blaze, saved everyone, only to wake up to a sheriff' s grim face and the

leb' s faked recording, my twisted voice wishing the "ric

rious, cornered me on a precipice, the

the bunker was a death trap, my son a traitor,

he fire extinguisher; I calmly picked up a c