She looked like someone who had just finished iced tea on a shaded patio.

I crossed the shiny floor tiles and stood right in front of her.

“Where were you at eleven o’clock?” I asked.

Teresa stopped, her smile freezing for half a second before she turned to the two women beside her.

“Julian, please,” she said.

Her voice was smooth and pitched for an audience.

“We’re in a public hospital.”

“You locked Lily inside our chest freezer with a heavy brass padlock,” I said.