Naomi whispered, “Lauren…”
Lauren stared at the screen.
Then one final photograph loaded.
For the first time that entire day, every trace of control disappeared from her face.
It showed Madison Vale standing in a parking garage.
Alive.
Uninjured.
The photograph had been taken several weeks earlier.
She was handing the black envelope to a man.
A man Lauren knew.
A man who had been inside her home.
A man who had held her ultrasound picture and promised her daughter would never have to fear anything while he was alive.
Lauren’s hand started shaking.
Because the man in the photograph was not Charles Cole.
It was not Ethan.
It was Lauren’s own father.
The father who had supposedly died four years ago.
