Naomi’s POV
I stared at the photo.
Rachel, she was dressed in white. Standing in a garden I didn’t recognize. Then I saw Miranda beside her—smiling, Trusting.
O my poor baby, what does she know?
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to shatter the phone in my hand and drive straight through every lie I’d ever believed.
But I couldn’t, I had to think, Fast.
“Naomi.”
I turned to see Beatrice stepping into the hospital waiting room, her face pale but composed.
“They’ve stabilized Raymond,” she said gently. “He has a mild concussion, a cracked rib… but he’ll be okay.”
The breath I’d been holding finally released.
“I need to see him.”
“Five more minutes, and they’ll let you in.”
I nodded, then showed her the photo on my phone.
Her face went still.
“She has Miranda,” I said.
Beatrice’s h
