Serena, her voice choked with sobs, struggled to speak. Her tears fell like pearls from a snapped string, rolling down her cheeks one after another.
"I didn't mean to. Seeing Granny hurt like this, I blame myself. I wish I could take on all the pain myself."
The crowd watched her weep, her hair disheveled, and her clothes damp with tears.
"Why did the wheelchair slip?" Rosemary asked.
"The flowers in the garden were in full bloom, and it was so beautiful. I wanted to take Grandma there to see it and pick some flowers to put in her room. But the branch was too high, and I accidentally bumped into the wheelchair when I jumped down."
Perhaps realizing that she was at fault, Serena cried even harder, hugging Louisa tightly.
"Mom, I didn't mean to. Grandma has been so good to me for eighteen years. I would never want to hurt her. I was just trying to pick some flowers for her. She loves flowers so much."
