"Ben." Her hand flies past Noah. "Ben killed their mother."
"That's not true." I squeeze his hands, knowing the pain he must be in hearing those words. "Don’t say that."
"He was charged with murder," Noah shouts at me. "He disconnected her oxygen, walked away and let her die."
My eyes travel up Ben's chest and then to his chin before they reach his face.
I stare at him.
"Ben," my voice is barely more than a whisper. "Tell me that's not true."
His lips part slightly, his hands jump to my face and within a sob he whispers the two words that change everything. "It's true."