“Yeah. So anyway, the day you found the baby, I stayed the night at Norah’s. I got a notification on my phone that our cloud storage was full, and that we should upgrade to a paid account or adjust our settings. Or something like that. So I went to see what was even on our cloud account, and I found that picture you took of the baby.”

“Wait, what?” Penn spins on the coffee table to look up at me. “You took that picture? I thought it was leaked from the police.”

“That’s what everyone thought. But I found it in the backup of Beckett’s phone.” Landry shrugs. “Turns out our whole family shares a cloud account, and a lot of our information is set to back up automatically. Some of Dad’s pictures are still on there too.”

That feels like a punch in the gut, intended to distract me.

“Why would you take a picture of a dead baby?” Penn asks.

“Because she recognized my bag,” Jake tells him. “She took the picture to show me.”

“Do you have any idea of the damage you’ve caused?” I demand, and more tears fill Landry’s eyes.

“Just let her finish.” Penn spins around on the coffee table again to face the couch. “Where did the rest of the information come from?”

Landry shrugs. “Mom’s texts back up to the cloud too. Including the ones from work.”

“Jesus, Landry.” I lean back against the wall, trying to wrap my mind around it all, while the Christmas tree blinks in glaring shades of red and green on the edge of my vision. “So, you had the intel, and Norah had the Twitter account? And you just gave her all that information and let her post it? Completely out of context?”

“No! At first, we did it together. Anna Weston was on the high school newspaper staff her freshman year, which is where we got the name, and—”

“Why?” I demand. “Why would you even start something like that?”

“Because there was a dead baby!” She sniffles and swipes tears from her eyes as they spill over. “I found the picture and showed Norah, and we … Well, we thought people should know about her. We thought the world should get to see her. To know that she existed.”

“It doesn’t sound like they meant to hurt anyone,” Penn says.

“But they did hurt someone! Why would you drag me into it? Why would you accuse me of being the mother? That’s a flat-out lie! I’m getting death threats, Landry! Our school got a bomb threat! Penn got fired from his job, and no one’s ever going to let me babysit again!”

“I didn’t get fired,” he interjects. “It’s a temporary leave of absence.”