Sophia's eyes roved the living room until they finally settled on Orla. "Dad," her voice cracked.

"Speak up, Sophia!" Arnold ordered, his tone brusque.

"Mia did," she glimpsed the tremor that smacked everyone, and she wasn't too surprised. She anticipated that. "Mia was the only one with Isla that afternoon, and she was the one who told us to change the narrative."

Arnold scoffed, "Nonsense.” There was no way he would believe that about his favorite daughter.

Orla soldered where she ...