Lila Voss.”
My mother grabbed the counter.
Lila stared at me. “You set me up.”
“No.”
“You knew.”
“I suspected.”
She lunged for the roll of tape as if she suddenly needed something to do with her hands.
Professor Shaw stepped closer. “Mara, can you see well enough to travel?”
“Not safely.”
He nodded to the security officer, who handed me a hard glasses case.
Inside was my spare pair.
Lila looked stunned.
I put them on.
The room snapped back into focus.
“I keep a second pair in my
