Clara Beaumont's eyes darted between me, her brother, and the crowd gathering around us. The silence in the room was suffocating, everyone waiting with bated breath for her to confirm Dominic's accusations.
I steeled myself for the inevitable. After everything I'd been through, being falsely accused wasn't new. But it still stung. Arthur's hand remained steady on my back, a silent promise that he wouldn't let me face this alone.
Finally, Clara raised her trembling hand. My stomach dropped as she pointed—not at me, but directly at Fiona.
"Not her," Clara said, her voice small but clear. "It was that woman. The one who called herself Elara Dubois."
The crowd gasped. Fiona's face drained of color.
"What?" Dominic looked genuinely confused. "Clara, are you sure? You told me it was Dr. Wilson—"
