[The silence stretches for a long moment after William stops talking. Nothing in Charlotte seems to indicate any give, any real reaction at all, still tautly defensive, agitation and fear in the lines of her body. But as her gaze darts over each of them, some glimmer of consideration seems to filter into her expression, the edge of the knife dipping a little.]

You're problems too.

[She all but blurts it out, like something suddenly remembered, knowing the importance but maybe not knowing why, looking at their faces as if she might see the answer there.]

You weren't at the beginning. That's what he was saying. [The knife lowers further.] Something changed, and it's getting worse, and it's because of you.