"Oh…" Amelia's mouth fell open, her blood running cold the moment her mind registered the implication of Joshua's words. "I… I…"
Her tongue was numb and it felt heavy in her mouth, unable to form words. Then again, she was wholly unprepared to respond to what she had just heard.
What could she say to such a devastating recount?
Blood continued to drip onto the tablecloth, staining it red. Joshua's eyes were fixed on her, his pupils pulsating with hatred. Amelia had to repress a shudder; her uncle was most likely visualizing her mother in her stead. For once, her resemblance to her departed mother was doing her no favors.
Still, Amelia could not convince herself that her mother was such a callous woman. Growing up, her mother was always a bright spot in Amelia's life, a warm blanket shielding her from harm.
