In Too Deep

“Don’t talk about my parents!” Amy would have put her hands over her ears if she wasn’t afraid it would make her look like a child.
“No parent would ever want to leave a child. Do you think they would leave their beloved children for a game?
“Stop it!”
“Do you think your mother left you alone and raced back into a burning house just for her husband?”
Amy looked at Irina, startled. Frozen. “How do you know what happened?” She whispered
Irina shrugged, “From newspaper, of course. Unless not. Only you know for sure because you know who was there that night. You were old enough to see. You wont believe what any Cahill tells you and that is smart. We each have our agenda, So you must remember.”
“I don’t remember anything from that night,” Amy said, but something dislodged and floated up into her brain, cold grass, ash flying, a window shattering, Dan crying…
“You have been resourceful, I give you that,” Irina said, “You think on your feet you and your brother. but there sines a time when you think deeper. You must face the thing you don’t want to face. Until you can do that, you’re vulnerable.”
“To what?”
“To someone who will tell you what you want to hear.”