I stared at him, unable to speak for a while. My lips parted as I struggled to find the right words to speak in that moment. 

“No...” I whispered, shaking my head. “Scott, that... that doesn’t make sense. What are you talking about?” 

My heart twisted painfully. 

“Scott? What are you saying?” My voice cracked. “What does my mum have to do with your wife’s death?” 

He sat there silently, looking at me while I processed what I had just heard. 

“Murdered?” I ...