Hazel's POV
"She did not die in an accident," Vivian said quietly, and the words landed in the room like something shattering that could never be gathered whole again.
We had driven straight from the restaurant to the foundation, finding Vivian exactly where she always was these days, sleeves rolled up, surrounded by scholarship files for girls she had never met but somehow understood completely.
Julian's face had gone pale the moment I repeated Adrian's words, and now, watching Vivian's own composure c***k slightly, I understood why.
"What do you mean," Julian asked carefully. "My mother died of heart failure. The doctors confirmed it. I was twelve years old. I remember the hospital."
"You remember what Gerald allowed you to remember," Vivian said, setting down the folder in her hand
