of me you could respect.”
Vivian began to cry.
I had never seen that before.
For one dangerous second, I almost felt sorry for her.
Then Paige opened her purse.
“Mom, there’s one more thing.”
Vivian’s head snapped toward her.
Paige removed a small digital recorder.
Vivian went white.
“What is that?”
“Rebecca gave it to me.”
Lauren frowned.
Paige pressed play.
Restaurant noise filled the kitchen.
Then Vivian’s voice.
Clear.
Sharp.
Unmistakable.
Rebecca said, “You need to tell Lauren the truth.”
Vivian answered:
“She doesn’t need the details.”
“You
