Abby woke up early after very little sleep. She had been unable to relax, her mind turning over the information Olivia had told her, the strange details of the forensics report and the worry that her father wouldn’t listen to her without Lucas’s help.
She finally gave up on sleeping and padded to the living room, following the smell of coffee and bacon. The floor was cool beneath her bare feet, the apartment quiet. She found Lucas and Celia seated at the table, heads close together as they spoke softly about something. A single sheet or paper lay between them.
They both looked up as she came closer, their expressions grim.
“What’s wrong?” Abby asked, freezing under their gazes.
“Get some coffee and then come sit down,” Lucas murmured, glancing back at the paper as if it might change if
