“From fourteen days earlier,” Mitchell said.

“May twenty-eighth.

The morning before your family booked the formal portrait sitting at the studio in town.”

The monitor switched to a recording from two weeks before the breakfast incident.

Patricia sat at the kitchen island writing in a leather planner while Vanessa poured coffee into two mugs.

“Olivia’s wearing the lace gown from the children’s boutique in Birmingham,” Patricia said on the recording.

“I won’t have Emma in those eighteen-dollar Target sundresses spoiling the color coordination.”