Naomi's POV

I stared at the photo.

Rachel, she was dressed in white. Standing in a garden I didn't recognize. Then I saw Miranda beside her-smiling, Trusting.

O my poor baby, what does she know?

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to shatter the phone in my hand and drive straight through every lie I'd ever believed.

But I couldn't, I had to think, Fast.

"Naomi."

I turned to see Beatrice stepping into the hospital waiting room, her face pale but composed.

"They've stabilized Raymond," she said gently. ...