Chapter 328: Witnesses
Cassandra Haven appreciated honest people. They were hard to come by. The same could not be said about her relationship with the truth. Cassandra knew that it made no sense, but she could not help it.
As much as she loved honesty. Cassandra hated the truth because the truth was a horrible, unforgiving thing, and it had this nasty habit of always coming out no matter how much time you spent trying to keep your secrets buried. Trying to make sure that the most painful moments in your life stayed in your past by not talking about them, or acknowledging them in any way.
That was currently what was happening to Cassandra, and she wanted to be anywhere but in that restaurant looking at her son and at Emily Molson.
"They were murdered weren’t they?" Her son had just said. Heart clenching in pain, Cassandra wanted to kick herself for raising such an intelligent and perceptive young man.
She and Jane had been dancing around the issue. But he had gotten straight to the point. Saying the words that Cassandra had been actively avoiding for years now. It was not a question that Cassandra could answer without a bit of liquid courage in her.
So she reached for the bottle of wine in the middle of the table and opened it, pouring for herself and for Jane. That done, Cassandra picked up her own glass and took a huge gulp. Her un-ladylike behavior, earning her a raised brow from her son. But she did not care. Lifting the glass and drinking some more wine. She put it down and when she spoke, she chose her words carefully.
It might have been old news to her and Jane. But this would be the first time that their children were hearing this, so she had to be tactful.
"Officially it was an accident, a car accident. Your father was driving, and the car went over the bridge and into the waters below,"
"We never found out any other details. Things like when the two of them had met, or how they came to be in the car together at that exact moment. But at the end of the day they died together,"