Cary bit down on his lip. "Yvonne wouldn't do this. And even if she did, you pushed her to it."
I stared at him. "I pushed her? How exactly did I push her?"
Cary said nothing. He just kept twisting the argument in circles. "I believe Yvonne. She wouldn't do this. Who knows where you found some random group chat to set her up."
He glanced out the window, impatient, trying to steer the conversation somewhere else entirely.
"So you don't believe the screenshots. Fine. But you recognize your mother-in-law's WhatsApp, don't you?"
I opened Effie Fox's chat window.
Five minutes ago, she'd sent me a message dripping with hostility, demanding to know why I'd gone looking for trouble by showing up at her daughter's home for dinner. Between every line, she mocked me for being served with a dog bowl, implying I'd brought it on myself.
"Janet, you've got one foot in the grave already. How dare you go disrupting my daughter's life."
"Let me tell you something. Using a dog bowl on you this time was being polite. Next time, who knows what you'll end up eating."
Yvonne's mother had been widowed young. I'd pitied her for raising a child alone and had been more than generous with the wedding gifts.