“This is the first time anything like this has ever happened in this house,” Fernando began with a soft voice. “And I need to ask one simple question.” He let the suspense build deliberately before speaking again.
“Was it an intruder... or was it one of you?”
Arthur’s grip tightened around his empty glass, his jaw shifting but saying nothing.
Rita looked away, eyes fixating on a smudge on the marble countertop like it suddenly fascinated her. Neither of them answered.
Rosalind gave a sharp exhale, almost a scoff, as she slowly circled to the side of the room.
“Rosalind that includes you too.” Fernando added, causing Rosalind's eyes to snap at him.
“Fernando!” she hollered. “How can you say that?”
Fernando shrugged.
“Besides, Arthur,” she said in that infuriatingly composed voice
