Silvia’s sudden question caught Nannie completely off guard, and for a moment, her expression faltered.
She glanced at Silvia, her wide, watery eyes blinking rapidly.
Back on the staircase, Nannie had reached out and grabbed Silvia’s hand in a split second—hoping the move would be too quick for Silvia to process. But which hand had she grabbed...?
No, that didn’t matter now!
Realizing this, Nannie quickly looked up. Fixing her gaze on Silvia, she forced a pale, shaky smile. “Miss Ashford, everything happened so fast. You pushed me, and all I could think about was calling for help. I didn’t have time to notice which hand you were using.”
“But you felt me push you, didn’t you?” Silvia pressed on, not giving Nannie a moment to collect herself.
“Of course,” Nannie answered instantly. “I remember a hand. Someone pushed me.”
“Then if you remember being pushed, was it from your left side or your right?”
“How would I know?” Nannie shot back, her voice rising ever so slightly. She noticed everyone’s eyes on her and quickly bit her lip, correcting herself. “It was all so sudden. I honestly can’t remember. Everything’s a blur.”
“But I remember.” Silvia’s lips curled into a faint smile. She lifted her left hand and held it out, fingers swaying slightly in the air, her gaze locked on Nannie. “This is the hand you grabbed.”
“I did not,” Nannie shot back, her denial quick and desperate. Her face looked drained and fragile. “I was walking ahead of you. How could I have grabbed your hand? You just shoved me straight down the stairs.”
Silvia could see Nannie growing flustered, her composure fraying at the edges. A subtle smile tugged at Silvia’s mouth.
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