The way he said "family" made Winn want to vomit.
"You are a twisted, lying son of a bitch!" Winn snarled. His vision blazed. "The lengths you will go to…" He shook his head, breath trembling, the veins in his neck straining. "You'd burn the whole city down if it meant pulling someone else into your hell."
Tom spread his hands, palms up, theatrically. "I'm not lying," he said. "Ask your mother why Sylvia had a gun aimed at herself on the day you were supposed to get married to Ivy, the day of Diane's accident." His eyes gleamed. "If you don't believe me, you will believe your mother, won't you?"
Silence detonated between them—loud, suffocating, thick. Winn felt the oxygen leave his lungs.
His fists clenched until they shook.
"I don't believe any one of you. I came to say my piece. And you know what….a big part of me, a huge part of me is hoping, praying that you did hurt Ivy. You have no idea how thrilled that will make me feel." Winn finished.
