Patricia nodded and continued with the questions.
"Mrs Moore, what was your mother's maiden name?"
"Bennett. Stephanie Bennett."
Patricia nodded. "And date of death?"
"Um…" she glanced at me.
"She died ten days ago," I said gently, squeezing Isabella's hand. "She's still grieving; she spaces out sometimes. The therapist said we should give her time."
Patricia flashed me a polite smile, indicating that my explanation was unnecessary.
"Mr Moore, I need Mrs Moore to answer these questions herself."
"Of course, of course." I rubbed Isabella's back soothingly. "Take your time, love."
"Ten days ago," Isabella repeated, with a shaky voice. "She passed ten days ago."
"And where did she grow up?"
Another pause. We'd gone over this, but Isabella's memory wasn't perfect.
