Lauren stopped breathing.
Naomi stood.
Detective Mitchell looked up sharply.
Lauren’s voice went quiet.
“How would Madison know to ask about my prenatal appointment?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you tell her?”
“No.”
“Did you ever give her access to our family calendar?”
“No.”
“Your phone?”
Ethan hesitated.
Lauren’s eyes hardened.
“Your phone?”
“Sometimes.”
“How?”
“She knew the passcode.”
Naomi muttered something under her breath.
Lauren stared at Ethan.
Her husband ran a company handling billions of dollars in contracts.
His personal devices contained board communications, confidential negotiations, security systems, travel schedules—
and his wife’s prenatal calendar.
“Did Madison ever take your phone when you were asleep?”
“I don’t know.”
“Excellent.”
“Lauren, stop.”
“No.”
That single word changed the room.
Lauren stepped closer.
“You do not get to ask me to stop because consequences have become uncomfortable.”
Ethan said nothing.
“You made Madison part of your private life. You gave her access to your phone. You gave her information about our home, our marriage, and possibly our child.”
