“What is that?”
Mark rubbed his jaw.
“Lauren, can we talk privately?”
Her face changed.
“What’s in the envelope?”
“I don’t know.”
I looked at him.
“You don’t?”
“No.”
“But you know who put it there.”
He said nothing.
Lauren stared at him.
“Mark?”
Silence.
I looked at my daughter.
“There was a woman with Mark at the bakery this morning.”
Lauren stopped breathing for a second.
Mark glared at me.
“Rose.”
“No.”
I turned toward him.
“You don’t get to tell me to stop.”
Lauren looked at Jenna.
“What woman?”
Jenna unlocked her phone.
“I have security footage.”
Mark stepped forward.
“Don’t.”
Lauren’s head snapped toward him.
That one word told her everything.
“Show me.”
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“Show me.”
Jenna turned the phone around.
Lauren watched.
I watched her face instead.
Confusion first.
Then recognition.
Then fear.
“Oh my God.”
I touched her arm.
