“I found her.” Lucy’s fingers slipped out of mine as she spoke, but not to let go of my hand. Instead, she clutched it. “I fired Meghan. Obviously. It was a mess. I had to change everything. Bank accounts. Passwords. Another phone number. The day she died, I was meeting with Detective Markum to talk about whether I should press charges. I left the police station and went to the Apple store. I bought a new laptop, brought it home, ready to start over, and found Meghan in my bed. She’d slit her wrists in my bed.”
