Two days after the photograph had been taken.
Adrian pushed his coffee away.
“We need to go to the office.”
I immediately shook my head.
“You need to go to the office.”
His gaze lifted.
“You’re not coming?”
“No.”
He seemed surprised.
“So am I,” I admitted.
“But I have a daughter. I have an attorney to call. I have a cousin wondering where I am. And I have spent the last twelve hours being pulled into a mystery involving people I barely know.”
I took a breath.
“I need to stop reacting.”
Adrian watched me carefully.
“What are you going to do?”
“Call Celeste.”
“Good.”
“Then Marisol.”
“Good.”
“And then Ethan.”
His expression changed slightly.
“That may not be—”
I raised an eyebrow.
He stopped.
Then smiled faintly.
“Your decision.”
“Yes.”
Lily held up a crayon.
“Purple.”
I looked at it.
“Yes, baby. Purple.”
She went back to drawing.
