Kathrine's eyes drifted to the woman and the baby in the photograph.
"They look like a happy family," she murmured, feeling a painful twitch in her chest.
"They were," Gwen said quietly. "George loved his wife and son dearly. But one accusation cost him everything. I heard he was accused of kidnapping his employer's daughter… and that the girl herself agreed with it."
Gwen spoke without realizing that the girl she was referring to was standing right in front of her.
Kathrine felt tears well in her eyes. Her throat tightened as the weight of the truth crushed down on her.
She had destroyed them.
A beautiful family—gone because of her.
"Gwen?"
An elderly voice suddenly called from upstairs.
Everyone turned.
Cynthia was slowly making her way down the stairs, one hand gripping the railing for support.
"Grandma!" Gwen hurried over. "Why didn't you call me? You shouldn't be walking alone."
