Helen ignored Leo’s crying, her attention fixed entirely on Chloe’s face. “Ms. Miller, are you alright? You know how nasty the internet can be. Those photos could be doctored. You should wait for Mr. Carter to come home and talk to him.”
Chloe merely hummed in response, lifting a spoonful of stew to her lips and sipping it slowly. Real or fake, it didn't matter. She had seen them with her own eyes last night. There was nothing left to ask.
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