Chapter 8 - Eleanor Tries to Blame Me
Eleanor retained counsel.
Her statement claimed she touched my shoulder only after I became
hysterical.
She said I slipped.
Then Detective Reynolds obtained photographs from the kitchen.
A chair had been knocked sideways.
Blood marked the floor near the granite island.
Medical findings were consistent with a significant impact.
Evidence would determine legal responsibility.
Not Eleanor’s confidence.
Then a neighbor came forward.
Mrs. Alvarez lived next door.
She had heard shouting through the open kitchen window several times.
On the night I was injured, she heard me say:
“I need to call 911.”
Then Carter shouted:
“You aren’t calling anybody.”
She had almost called police herself.
The sirens arrived before she did.
Eleanor’s story became harder to maintain.
Still, Dad warned me:
“Don’t expect one piece of evidence to decide everything.”
He was right.
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Real cases were built from patterns.
And Carter had left one everywhere.
