Lynn's POV
"What's that supposed to mean?" Mom's voice drops dangerously low.
"Hannah," I say again.
New footage appears. Mom, Amy, and Charles at a restaurant two months ago. Laughing together, comfortable. The timestamp glows in the corner.
Mom shopping with Amy, helping her pick out lingerie. The sales clerk's voice: "For your boyfriend?" Amy's response, clear as day: "My sister's boyfriend, actually. But he likes me better."
Mom laughs. Actually laughs.
The crowd's anger shifts. Now aimed at my mother too.
My whole body shakes. "You knew." The words barely make it out. "You knew about them. You helped them. You—"
"I did NOT—" Mom starts.
"YOU DID!" The scream tears from my throat before I can stop it. My composure shatters. "You knew! You've always known! And you chose them! Y
