All of the memories, all of the secrets, all of the lies—they started flooding into Delia's head at once. It was a chaotic, overwhelming torrent of images and voices.
Her grandfather's sad confession: "…your mother died in a terrible carriage accident on her way to the cathedral that led to her death…"
Mrs. Doris's horrifying story: "…arsenic poisoning… I saw her with my own two eyes, putting a small, white powder into your bowl of soup before it was sent up to you…"
Augusta's own hateful, whispered words: "… How dare you crawl back into this house…Why can't you just die, like your useless mother did?… Why do you want me to go through so much trouble to have to kill you again…"
Mrs. Doris's letter, still clutched in her hand: "…He was the Baroness's secret lover, the one who came to the manor to see her… Fredrick Garrison."
The pamphlet about the accident: "…the driver who caused the accident fled the scene and was never identified…"
It all screamed, FREDRICK GARRISON.
