“What is your relationship with Mr. Ronald Wilson?”

I swallowed a lump around my throat to find my speech coherence. “He is the grandfather of my husband. As such my grandfather-in-law.”

She scribbled on her notepad and continued.

“Do you perhaps have some personal grudge against him maybe because of a past conflict or disagreement?”

Her question caught me off guard. Grimacing in confusion, I stammered, trying to reiterate my point, “No…no, I don’t. Why would I hold a grudge against a man who has been so good to me from the very first day he set his eyes on me…”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged nonchalantly. “You tell me.”...