There’s something you and Lauren need to see.
Twenty-two minutes later, Paige stood at our front door.
Her eyes were red.
Lauren came downstairs.
“What happened?”
Paige walked into the kitchen without answering.
She placed her phone beside the apron.
“Mom lied today.”
Lauren went still.
“About work?”
Paige nodded.
“There was no emergency.”
She opened a photograph.
The timestamp read 1:36 p.m.
Vivian was seated inside an upscale restaurant.
Across from her sat a gray-haired woman Lauren recognized instantly.
“Aunt Rebecca?”
Rebecca was their father’s younger sister.
