She swiped to the next photo.

It wasn’t a picture of the garden.

It was a spreadsheet with names typed in rows of black.

Across the top, in bold red letters, were the words Do Not Admit.

Vanessa flicked her thumb to the side.

The screen smeared past and landed on a picture of a silver serving tray.

Margaret leaned in.

She drummed her fingernails on the oak coffee table.