I stared at the frozen image. Mom's face, clear as day, looking directly at one of the cameras she was installing.
No. No no no.
"There has to be a mistake," I said. My voice sounded wrong. Distant. "That's not... she wouldn't--"
"The timestamp is from three weeks ago," Thomas said. "The night before your mother was officially hired. Dante gave her access to plant surveillance equipment throughout the house."
"Why?" The word came out strangled. "Why would she do that?"
Silas leaned back against his desk, watching me. "Money. Leverage. Revenge. Take your pick. People betray for all sorts of reasons."
"She's my mother. She brought me here. She--" I stopped. Replayed everything in my head.
Mom insisting we take this job. Mom pushing me to sign those papers that first night. Mom being c
