“Who did it?” The father’s voice calmly asked, his eyes burning with anger. No one replied.
“Who did it!” Screamed the mother, her voice raw with pain and anguish.
“It obviously wasn’t me, I don’t even like those !” The oldest claimed, pointing to the empty box of cheese sticks with a sneer. All three turned to the youngest, her blonde ringlets bouncing as she laughed at their stare.
“It wasn’t me!”
“Chloe we all know it was you!” Was the mother’s crazed reply.
“I promise!” Chloe screamed, her chocolate eyes breaking with tears. A woof broke the argument, the family turning to the scruffy dog lying on the floor. His eyes held an emotion they all recognised at once. Guilt.