Nancy ignored Timothy's crying and focused on Sydney's face. "Ms. Wilson, are you alright? You know how nasty the Internet can be. Those photos could be fake. Just wait for Mr. Hampton to come home and talk to him in person."

Sydney hummed softly, spooned her stew, and took slow, careful sips. Real or not, it didn't matter. She had seen it all with her own eyes last night. There was nothing left t