Suzanne stood, her voice trembling but steady as she confronted Andrei. The air was thick with tension, charged with unspoken words, the ghosts of memories long buried, and the weight of decisions that had been made long before either of them had stepped into this room.
She asked the question again, her voice sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade:
"Why did you kill my sister?"
Andrei froze, his dark eyes widening in shock, as if struck by a physical blow. He had been prepared for many things at this moment—anger, questions, even disbelief—but not this.
Not this accusation, not from her. The woman who had decided to marry him over the month, seemed to have softened her stance over time, letting go of the wrath that had once burnt so brilliantly in her eyes. The woman who had, in his mind, preferred him above the ghosts of the past.
He searched her face, trying to make sense of the words. His pulse quickened, and his mouth went dry.
