Chapter 6

Here is something Brooke Lawson didn't know. At every Whitlock event, a guest's phone was always recording. And in a ballroom of four hundred people, somebody always filmed everything. It took Sebastian's team two days to find her. A sweet older woman from table eighteen, the table next to mine, who had been filming the chandeliers when Grant walked over. She'd caught all of it. The envelope dropped on my plate. "She'll adjust. Kids do." Diane's voice, crystal clear: "You brought nothing...