The cameras flashed like lightning, blinding me as reporters shoved microphones in my face. My back pressed against the wall, I felt like a cornered animal with nowhere to run.
"Mrs. Sterling, did you push your sister out of jealousy?"
"Was this revenge for her engagement to your ex-boyfriend?"
Questions bombarded me from all sides while Cassandra Holloway stood in the center, her designer suit immaculate as she pointed an accusing finger at me.
"This woman destroyed my son's happiness!" she announced to the hungry press. "Fiona Dubois was carrying my grandchild when this—this jealous, spiteful woman—pushed her down the stairs!"
I squared my shoulders and stepped forward. No more running. No more hiding.
"That's a lie," I said, my voice cutting through the chaos. "I never touched Fiona."
The reporters fell silent for a moment, surprised by my direct confrontation.
