I woke up an hour later, drenched in alcohol, to the sound of screaming and chaos. And my daughter was gone.
Isaac stormed in front of me before I could even get up from the couch. “How could you do this!? How could you kill our daughter!?”
That was the moment my life ended. My daughter was dead.
“What- what do you mean? Solana is in her bedroom. What do you mean dead!?” I ran up the stairs to her room, calling her name. But she was nowhere to be found.
When I came back down, Isaac was shaking with rage. Naomi was there, trying to comfort him. “You need to calm down, Isaac. You know it’s the alcohol. I told you she had started drinking in secret.”
“What the hell are you talking about? Where is my child?“
Naomi shook her head. “Look at her. Even now, she’s still intoxicated.”
Isaac grabbed my shirt. “How could you! How could you do this!?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about! Where is my daughter?”
He didn’t answer me. Instead, he shoved his phone in my face. There was a picture of me on the screen, surrounded by bottles of alcohol and cigarettes. It looked like I was passed out.
Naomi wiped the tears in her eyes. “I’m so sorry Isaac, I came home and I found Cassandra passed out like that. And I took a picture just to show you, but when I tried to take something from the balcony twenty minutes later,” she sniffed. “I found… I found Solana frozen from the snow and passed out there. Cassandra must have locked her out because she was drunk!”
My eyes widened as tears fell freely, and right on cue, I heard ambulance sirens outside as they drove away. “Is that Solana? Where are they taking her? Isaac you have to let me see her!”
He stepped in front of me before I could get to the door. “She’s dead, Cassandra! You did this to her.”
“I knew you were heartless,” My brother, Julian said, shaking his head. “But how could you hurt your own child?”
I tried to explain, but to no avail. And at the end, Isaac and Julian walked out of the room.
I was still crying on the floor when Naomi knelt beside me. She had a smirk on her face. “Poor Cassandra… now you know what true heartbreak really is.”
I turned to her in horror. “It was you! That tea you gave me. You drugged me. You did this!”
In a fit of rage, I ran over and pulled her hair. “Murderer!! You did this! You did this to my child!”