She remembered the very first time she walked into the Bennett mansion, when Cassius threw her out over and over.
It was the old man who stepped in, who stood up for her.
Back then, they were complete strangers.
But his unexpected kindness had warmed her heart and given her the fragile confidence and courage to keep going.
For a long time, she truly believed he was just like her grandmother, a profoundly kind elder.
She had fully intended to treat him like her own grandfather, to give him all the respect and care he deserved.
She couldn't wrap her mind around the idea that her grandmother's death was connected to him.
But Francis's words, and the damning entries in her grandmother's own diary, kept pointing to the same brutal truth: he was involved.
He was the one who had caused her grandmother's death. And he had admitted it himself.
The thought of her beloved grandmother being taken from her because of someone's malice filled Nevaeh with a bottomless sorrow.
