Olivia didn't move. She didn't even blink. Her face was as dead as the stone walls surrounding them. She just leaned back, watching a tear roll down Kyle's cheek with the same indifference she'd show a smudge of dirt.
"So... that's how it is," she muttered. Her voice was flat, empty.
Kyle recoiled, his eyes bloodshot and confused through the fog of wine. "You're not surprised? Olivia, she tried to butcher her. Her own granddaughter!"
Olivia shrugged, a slow, bored movement. "Why would I be? She tried to kill me, and I'm her daughter. You really think a granddaughter is an exception? The woman is a snake, Kyle. Snakes bite. That's all they do."
Kyle's tongue felt thick, useless. He wanted to find some excuse, some shred of humanity to hold onto, but her words were a bitter truth that choked him. "Even for her... touching a child is—"
