Matriarch Genevieve held my phone with steady hands, her weathered fingers navigating to the video with surprising deftness. The room fell silent as she pressed play, her amber eyes hardening with each passing moment.
The recording was crystal clear. Isabelle's taunting voice echoed through the speakers: "Your daughter was weak. She deserved to die."
I watched the faces around the room as they witnessed Isabelle deliberately jumping into the pool, splashing dramatically, and screaming for help. Natalie's expression shifted from confidence to panic as her perfectly crafted lie unraveled before the entire family.
"Enough," Genevieve said, her voice cutting through the silence after the video ended. Her eyes, so like Julian's but filled with a wisdom he lacked, settled on Seraphina.
