Chapter One Hundred-Seventy-Five

It was right there. Just sitting there. The phone wasn't locked; the screen showed the home page. Just normal apps, a background photo of Fiona and Sylvia at some charity event, both of them smiling those fake smiles rich people wore like armor.

She could look. Could check the messages. Could prove to herself once and for all that she was being ridiculous, that her paranoia was just grief and trau