"Céline, what are you thinking about?" There was a slight frown on her aunt's face.

"And don't tell me it's nothing. I heard you talking on the phone as I was leaving the room. Was that the detective?"

Céline felt a lump rise deep within her throat and it became too painful to swallow the morsel of food in her mouth. She couldn't keep on lying to everyone? If not anything her child deserved a better mother.

"Aunt... There is no detective," she ...