This wasn’t a tragedy.
This was something done—deliberately.
Margaret’s voice rose, sharp and desperate. “He misunderstood! I was just helping! You don’t know what you’re doing—”
“Ma’am,” the security officer interrupted firmly, stepping in front of her, “I’m going to need you to come with us.”
She froze.
For the first time since I’d known her, she looked afraid.
Claire burst into tears. “Mom… what did you do?”
Daniel stood in the corner, pale, his entire body rigid. His eyes moved between Margaret, the bottle, and Noah.
And then… he looked at me.
Really looked at me.
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