“Please… don’t bring up that incident,” Lena’s voice trembled. She hugged herself tightly, lowering her head. “It was just… an accident.”

Neil leaned back on the wooden chair in Grandma Vero’s room, his gaze cold and piercing.

“An accident?” he repeated slowly, as if tasting the strangeness of the word. “Are you sure about that?”

Lena clenched her teeth, struggling to hold back her emotions.

Neil leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing.

“I just want to ask one ...