His small voice rose above the silence. “Grandma hurt Lily. And I know what she did before.”

Grant snapped, “Nathan, sit down!”

But Nathan didn’t. His chin trembled, yet he spoke louder.

“I know what really happened to Aunt Teresa.”

Every person in the room went still.

Constance froze. Bernard’s fork clattered to the table.

“What did you say?” Constance whispered.

Nathan took a deep breath. “I heard you last summer. You said Aunt Teresa didn’t fall down the stairs. You pushed her.”