“What’s wrong, dear?” My great-grandmother asked.
I gulped the water. She knew me well. The sound of a violin hovered over the restaurant, but it wouldn’t calm my nerves. So, I sighed, but cursed myself for blurting a secret out. “Aunt Cess’s husband and his twin killed their own father…” I closed my mouth, but my grandmother gasped.
“Where did you get this?”
Tears gushed out from my eyes. “I saw it, Grandma, I…” A sob escaped.
My great-grandmother’s knife and fork clattered on the plate as she loosed her grip. A haunting question finally found its hidden answer.