Chapter 11

I opened the Christmas photograph again after learning the truth about Lola. Maren stood where I had stood for eleven years. Nolan held Lola beneath the gold star. Elaine smiled beside them as if nothing about the arrangement required explanation. That smile bothered me now. If Nolan had hidden the truth from everyone, his mother should have looked surprised, uncomfortable, or at least uncertain. She looked satisfied. I sent the photograph to Nia with one question. When did Elaine find...