She shushed me. Once she’d glanced back over her shoulder to verify that Aunt Olivia was still absorbed in cross-referencing two of her lists, Lily pulled me into the foyer. “Falling Springs is a cove on the other side of the lake,” she said softly.

“Is it a scandalous cove?” I asked in an exaggerated whisper.

Lily realized halfway through nodding that I was joking. She pointed her manicured index finger at me in a manner that I assumed I was supposed to find forbidding.

“Okay, okay,” I replied. “No jokes.”

“It’s not the cove associated with Falling Springs that’s scandalous,” Lily whispered in a tone that told me I’d been begrudgingly forgiven. “It’s the cliffs.”

That night, wearing swimsuits and the barest of cover-ups, we snuck down to the dock at two in the morning, lowered the smaller of the family’s two boats into the water, and glided silently backward into the darkened cove. Picking up Campbell and Sadie-Grace on the way, we made for Falling Springs.

“So . . .” Campbell took up position next to me. “What’s the plan?”

She’d kept her voice low, but I still cast a glance at Lily, who was focusing on driving the boat, and Sadie-Grace, who was “helping Lily focus,” before I supplied a response. “The plan,” I murmured, “is to talk to Victoria again.”

I’d caught Campbell up on the conversation I’d had with Victoria Gutierrez at The Big Bang. Cam was as invested in finding Ana’s baby—her half-sibling—as I was. And that meant that she was just as interested in what Victoria had to say.

“I didn’t actually expect you to answer my question,” Campbell murmured beside me. “It was more of a courtesy question, really. You were supposed to ask what my plan was.”

Having seen one of Campbell’s schemes up close and personal, I was almost afraid to ask. “What’s your plan?”

“Talk to Victoria.” She smiled, her teeth a flash of white in the dark. “No offense, but I’m better at talking than you are.”

“Me too!” Sadie-Grace appeared between us. “I’m so good at talking that sometimes, once I start, I can’t even stop!”

Neither Campbell nor I had a reply for that. We sank into silence, my brain working overtime calculating the likelihood that Cam could get more out of Victoria than I had.

“There,” Lily said suddenly. She eased off the gas, allowing momentum to push the boat farther and farther into a long and narrow cove shaped—appropriately—like a snake.