Mason's POV.
The dining room emptied slowly after I called for everyone to stop.
The maids cleared plates that no one had touched, the silence between us thick enough to choke on. Olivia sat staring at nothing, while Charlotte hadn’t moved from her chair.
Her hands were folded tightly in her lap, her fingers locked together so firmly that I could see the tension in her knuckles, and her eyes stayed fixed on a point somewhere across the room, but I knew she wasn't seeing the walls, the candles, or the people leaving. Her mind had traveled back to that road five years ago—to the rain, the headlights, and the moment someone shoved Nerissa into the path of her car.
‘I saw someone push her. ‘
Those five words kept circling in my head. I didn’t know what to do with them. I still don’t, if
