Helen tilted her head, her doubt evident. "This is about Mrs. Madison, isn’t it?"
Delilah’s jaw tightened, her eyes smoldering. "Yes."
Ruby’s brows drew together, her voice hesitant. "The client? The one you postponed yesterday?"
Delilah nodded, her voice a knife’s edge. "She’s dead."
A thick silence enveloped the room. Ruby’s eyes widened, darting to Helen, who sat frozen, her lips parted in shock.
Helen leaned forward, her voice cautious yet probing. "Dead? How?"
"They’re calling it a suicide," Delilah replied, her tone clipped, each word deliberate. "But there’s more to it than that."
Ruby’s lips parted as realization dawned. "Wait, are you saying—"
The soft creak of the door interrupted them, and all three heads turned.
Mrs. Hayden, stepped into the morning room, carrying a s
