When I was sixteen, a criminal broke into our home, tortured and murdered my mother, then set the

When I was sixteen, a criminal broke into our home, tortured and murdered my mother, then set the house on fire to destroy the evidence. I was there and saw everything. My father, my uncle, and the police asked me again and again what happened that night. I refused to speak. They thought the shock had left me unable to speak, so they gave me a pen and asked me to write down what the killer looked like. I still said nothing and made no move to write. Ten years later, I was twenty-six. My father and I fell out over my mother’s case. We went eight years without seeing each other. Then, out of nowhere, he came to see me. I came home from work to my rented apartment and opened the door. He and my uncle were inside, watching me with cold expressions. “Lynn, were you the one who killed your mother?” I went rigid. I clenched my teeth and glared at him. He was my father. How could he suspect me of murdering my own mother? Dad read the look in my eyes and gave a cold laugh. “Then why won’t you tell us who killed her?” “It’s been ten years, Lynn. How can you sleep at night? How can you even eat? “When you dream, does Susan’s burned body come back to ask why you haven’t avenged her?” I looked away and lowered my head. I didn’t know how to face him. He was forty-six, but he looked sixty-four. Dad was in the prime of his life when Mom died. His hair turned white overnight. After that, he sold the house, the car, and everything else he could sell. #revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama #revenge #redditstories #redditreadings