[She grips the tea with both hands, her eyes falling to her lap. It's hard enough to think about that day, let alone talk about it. And with Euphie, it all feels very surreal. Cornelia crosses one leg over the other and sets the tea down on her nightstand, her gaze now lifting so that she can look at her firmly.]
It has been brought to my attention that the events of the day of your death might not have occurred in the manner in which I had... always believed them to happen.