She wore it to charity luncheons, Christmas dinners, Lily’s baby shower, and the hospital the night my granddaughter was born.
She liked to tell people it had belonged to Tyler’s grandmother, though Rachel once discovered it had been purchased at an estate auction only six years earlier.
Evelyn never let facts interfere with the image she preferred.
On the recording, she leaned toward the open driver’s door.
Rachel was visible behind the wheel, confused and slow, trying to push Evelyn’s hand away.
Tyler stood several feet back.
Vanessa hovered near his SUV.
Then Evelyn removed Rachel’s phone, took the key fob, and spoke clearly enough for the camera microphone to capture every word.
“Leave the baby inside.
It makes her breakdown look believable.”
Tyler’s face had turned the color of paper.
Vanessa covered her mouth with both hands.
