My eyes were transfixed on the cup in my hands, long cold, bereft of even the hint of steam. There was silence in the kitchen-the hum of the refrigerator the loudest of sounds. It was as if the world had simply stopped since that night, when in fact what was happening now was that the threads were all starting to unwind.
Jaxon had been pacing back and forth, his face tight with frustration as he replayed the events over and over in his head.
"Do you think it was my mom?" His voice broke the silence, raw, uncertain.
I looked up, meeting his eyes. "I don't know. It's possible." I hedged, then added, "But I'm not so sure it's her.
His brow furrowed, a quick flash of annoyance crossing his features. "You think it was someone else?"
"Lauren," I said softly, almost as if I was testing the w
