Elaine knelt down, gently urging her daughter to explain. Sophie described how she had hidden in the pantry earlier and saw her Aunt Lisa sprinkle something from a small jar into the cake before putting the berries back in place. When pressed, Sophie whispered the words that chilled the room: “She said the cake will be the death of us.” All eyes turned to Lisa, who tried to laugh it off, but her shifting gaze and nervous denial only deepened the tension.
