Not disappointment.
Not anger.
A sob.
“Oh, thank God,” she whispered.
My eyes filled before I could stop them.
“Did you know?” Marianne asked.
Serena cried quietly for several seconds. When she spoke again, her voice was shaking. “Not at the cliff. Not until after. Victor told me she slipped. He told me I imagined the push because I was hysterical. He told me if I said anything, people would know I was there with him, that I had helped kill her. He said no one would believe a mistress over a grieving husband.”
My hand tightened around Clara’s.
Serena continued, words spilling faster. “I knew he was lying. I knew it. But then he showed me papers. He said Elena had signed everything, that she was unstable, that she had planned to leave with the baby and ruin him. I didn’t know what to believe. Then Clara came to the memorial and gave him an envelope. He lost control afterward.”
