"Anna."
Roseline's lips trembled as the name slipped out.
Anna walked toward them slowly and stopped right in front of her. Her expression revealed nothing, but the sharpness in her eyes made Roseline's chest tighten.
For a moment, none of them spoke.
Anna looked straight at her mother.
"You are saying that Dad was weak enough to hurt himself," Anna said calmly.
The words were quiet, yet they carried a weight that made Katherine glance at her in surprise.
Anna continued without breaking eye contact.
"We both know him," she said. "And he is not that weak. At least not weak enough to take such a drastic step."
Roseline's throat tightened.
Anna had always been the quieter one between the sisters, someone who rarely confronted anyone. But the way she was looking at her now felt unsettling.
"So tell me," Anna asked, her voice steady. "What is the truth, Mom?"
The question lingered heavily in the air.
