Iris noticed immediately that the address was wrong.

It differed from her real email by a single letter.

“That’s not my account,” she said.

Celia requested the underlying records rather than arguing in the room.

A later technical review would be needed to determine who controlled the address and how it had been used.

Iris did not know the answer.

What she knew was that she had never sent the message.

That night she sat alone in Lena’s guest room and looked at her hands.