“You pushed her,” he said, louder now.
Patricia laughed nervously.
“That’s ridiculous. Why would I—”
“You pushed her,” he repeated. His voice carried across the group, firm and unmistakable. “I saw you.”
Silence fell.
Patricia’s face drained of color.
“You’re imagining things.”
Richard didn’t look away.
“No. This isn’t the first time.”
A murmur spread through the guests.
He took a breath, as if finally releasing decades of restraint.
“You did this at your sister’s wedding years ago. You spilled red wine down her dress right before the ceremony. You said it was an accident. I saw the truth then, too.”
Patricia’s mouth opened, then closed.
