I believed in this family.”

I let the silence stretch.

“You looked into the eyes of two twelve-year-old boys,” I went on.

“You smiled at them while they blew out their candles.

And then you handed them poison, without one second of hesitation.”

Beatrice lifted a tissue and produced a muffled sob.

I did not give her the room for even a moment.

“You thought you were clever,” I said, holding Kenneth’s gaze until he was forced to raise it in something close to fear.