She turned and pointed straight at Elena.
“It’s her.”
Elena’s perfect smile cracked for the first time.
Arthur slowly stood up.
The courtyard felt smaller, heavier.
The girl’s hands were shaking, but her voice stayed steady as she raised a small silver spoon engraved with a family crest.
“She puts it in your tea.”
Silence swallowed everything.
Arthur stared at the spoon.
Recognition hit him like a blow.
He turned toward Elena.
“What did you do?” he asked quietly.
Elena tried to speak—but nothing came out.
For the first time, she had no control.
The spring wind moved through the courtyard, lifting petals into the air like something breaking apart.
And Arthur… was no longer blind.
