Chapter 4

Adam did not keep me waiting long.

On Monday afternoon, I was in the middle of a video meeting with a client when the front desk called my extension, her voice tense.

"Ms. Lane, there are people downstairs asking for you. They say they are your family."

My heart sank.

Through the glass walls of my office, I could see a crowd already gathered in the lobby.

Mary was sitting on the floor in the center, slapping her thighs and wailing loudly.

Adam stood beside her, his face full of grief, like a statue carved from injustice.

"Where is the…