Chris folded the page and took a step back. His face was unreadable, but I could see in his eyes the effort it took to stay standing.
"Mr. Miller," one of the board members spoke at last, a man with silver hair and a cautious tone. "Thank you for your testimony. I want to ask you a few follow-up questions."
Chris gave a small nod, carefully unfolding his hands in front of him.
The man with silver hair adjusted his glasses. "Mr. Miller, you mentioned your mother's death, Helen Miller. At the time, her passing was considered natural, wasn't it?"
Chris nodded slowly. "Yes, sir. That's what the authorities believed. There were no obvious injuries. No signs they thought were worth looking deeper into."
"And yet… You suspected your father?"
