Trisha turned to the picture and subtly wiped off her tears. "He is… was… Joseph's brother- Jacob. He told me multiple times that it was because of his younger brother that he chose to study psychiatry."
"Is that so?" Xavier asked. "Do you know when he had passed away?"
Trisha knitted her brows. "If I am not wrong, it was a little over five years ago, a couple of months before we married."
Xavier and Eulene shared a glance again. Five years. Five years. Five years. Everything pointed at the same time. Did Joseph kill his own brother? Or was his death that led to the psychiatrist's psychosis?
Trisha turned back to Xavier. The fires of home reignited in her emerald eyes. "So, can you help me?"
