Willow’s brows pulled together, confusion and disbelief written plainly across her face.
“How can Vanessa do this?” she said, her voice tight with emotion. “I know her. She’s… a b***h, yes—but she loves her parents. They spoiled her. Gave her everything. She adored them.” Her words lingered in the room, heavy with contradiction.
Diana leaned forward slightly despite Talon’s quiet protest.
“What are you saying?” she asked carefully. “That Vanessa doesn’t know what really happened to them?”
Willow hesitated. “I’m saying…” she exhaled slowly, “…it’s possible she doesn’t.” A pause. “Or worse… she truly believes it was natural.”
Damon’s gaze sharpened slightly. “You think she’s being manipulated.”
Willow shrugged faintly. “Or she’s just not questioning anything,” she said bluntly. “Vaness
