Lucy hated that laugh. It was the laugh people used when they had already decided your truth belonged to them now, for sport.
She swallowed and held up the picture again. “This is her.”
Madison raised a hand without waiting to be called on. “My dad was in the Navy. He said people lie about stuff like that all the time.”
Mrs. Holloway gave Madison a gentle, almost indulgent glance. “Thank you, Madison.”
Then she turned to Lucy and lowered her voice, which somehow felt worse than if she had spoken at normal volume.
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