My brother spoke to the police. “Officers, remove the air cushion. My sister’s just faking. She won’t jump. If she does, it’s not your responsibility. Katherine doesn’t have the guts to die.”
At my family’s request, the police took away the air cushion. I sighed in relief upstairs. If it stayed, I might not have died from the fall.
Albert helped Emily outside, ready to point at me and curse when I suddenly fell, landing right in front of the Blake Family and him.
There was a loud thud, blood splashing onto their faces.
