Amelia's POV

“According to her, I killed them,” Aunt Margot’s voice was hardly more than a whisper but her words struck me in the chest like a stone.

When the lemonade in the glass I was holding started to taste sour my fingers relaxed around the stem.

Unsure whether I had heard correctly I blinked. “What?”

She did not respond right away. Her eyes seemed far away as though she had transported herself to a different era. One that was very different from the restaurant where we ...