Chapter 90

We've taken our seats at the table. I'm fondling my nails because I'm at a loss for words to tell him. She was his mother, and I know that if it wasn't easy for me to speak the truth, it wouldn't be easy for him to accept that his mother was the true perpetrator in his wife's parents' deaths. "I know it won't be easy for me to explain it to you, but I want to tell you what I learned about the mastermind despite the death of my parents." I can't look at him. My focus is solely on my hands while I'm playing with them. I continued until I didn't hear his voice. "Your mom ... She turned out to be the main suspect in the death of my parents." I didn't tell him why I knew it, as long as I just hung my words there. I looked up at him when he still didn't respond to what I said. He was staring at me intently. There was no other expression on his face except one of guilt. My brows came together as I realized what that expression meant. The agony reappeared, but this time it was the result of