Namara's POV:

Leaning forward on the sofa, I looked straight into Martha’s tired eyes and my own pulse hammered in my ears as I forced the question out.

“Martha… before the heart attack, did Dad show any signs of discomfort? Any pain? Was he sick at all in the days leading up to it?”

Martha’s hands tightened in her lap until the knuckles went white. She took a shaky breath, then shook her head slowly.

“No, Luna Namara.” She replied. “He was more than energetic, even. That ...