I coughed but this time, blood spouted out of my mouth. It hurt, but not as bad as the memories that flashed back.

   I asked a different question, "What....did...Dad.....do?"

   He answered, "Killed."

   No way, Dad would never kill anyone, he was killed by the person who weaved into the opposite land and caused their cars to collide. What was he talking about? He's lying!

    "Liar!"

   Breathing became harder and more painful with every breath.