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He shook off worry about Brooklynn to focus on Grandmother.

She was sound asleep.

A nurse followed them in, scooted past Forbes, and held something out to the doctor. “She was disoriented and weak.”

The doctor took the piece of paper and read it, then handed it to him. “I think this is for you.”

Forbes read the handwritten note. Read it again. On the top, Brooklynn had written exactly what the nurse had said, that Grandmother had been disoriented and weak. Brooklynn had helped her into bed, and she’d fallen asleep immediately.

Below that, she wrote,

She forgot to lie.

-B

Forbes’s heart dropped to his knees.

Brooklynn knew. Grandmother had told her. And Brooklynn…

He looked around, already knowing what he refused to believe.

She was gone.

CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE

As soon as Ford…no,Forbesran past the alcove where Brooklynn had hidden, she’d returned to the entry foyer, where the women were still shopping for wigs, laughing like children as they tried them on and examined themselves in handheld mirrors.

When Brooklynn stepped in, the one who’d welcomed her earlier brightened. “You change your mind?”

“I think so.”

The selection was more suited to old ladies. Short hair, most curly, in all different colors. She found a silvery-gray one in a straight shoulder-length bob. “I’ll take it.”

“Don’t you want to try it on?”

She laughed. “It’s for my mother. She’ll love it. You don’t have any wig caps, do you?”

The woman did, and Brooklynn bought both, paying way more than she could afford to spend. But if it kept her alive, it’d be worth it.

She thanked the vendor, then turned for the door, where walkers and canes had been left. An idea solidified in her mind. She knew what she had to do.

After shoving the wig and cap into her backpack, she hurried to the double doors and looked for her Uber.

Wasn’t there.

The receptionist asked, “Did you call for a ride?”

“I did.”

“I’ll tell the guards.”

A minute later, a small SUV pulled around the circle drive. A woman stepped out. “Brooklynn Wright?”

“That’s me.”

She settled in the back, allowing herself to relax for the first time since her terrible discovery.

Hot tears pricked her eyes.