I kept holding my ankle, sucked in a sharp breath, and batted my eyelashes until I could force out a few tears.
“I didn’t push her that hard! Luther, she's faking it, she set me up,” Jennifer whined, pointing at me.
“But you did push her, didn’t you?” Luther asked, crossing his arms and glaring at Jennifer.
“I… well… yeah, but not hard enough to hurt her,” Jennifer said again.
I just held my ankle tightly and let out a low sigh. If I kept my silence, Jennifer would look more and more guilty. She’d even look a little wacky. I’d remain innocent.
“Luther, please, you have to believe me! I didn’t mean to hurt her,” Jennifer insisted, stomping her foot like a rebelling child.
“I don’t have to believe you,” Luther muttered. “Especially, when my eyes can tell me that you are lying.”
“But I…”
“That’s enough. I will deal with you later,” Luther said. He took a knee beside me. “Ciana, are you okay?”