“Stop talking.”
Chloe turned on him.
“You said she would sign the house over in a week! You said Elena never visited and nobody would question it!”
Mother made a sound like something breaking.
Julian looked at her.
For one brief second, shame crossed his face.
Then it vanished.
“You don’t understand,” he said to me. “We were drowning.”
“So you tied her to a bed?”
“I never hurt her.”
Mother stepped forward.
“You held the rope.”
Julian’s expression changed.
The entire room seemed to narrow around him.
“I was trying to keep you from falling.”
“You tied my ankles.”
“You were confused.”
“You put a pillow over my face.”
Even Chloe looked at him.
“What?”
Julian’s head snapped toward Mother.
“That never happened.”
Mother’s voice grew stronger.
“You said if I died in my sleep, everyone would call it natural.”
