She slid open the second drawer, searching for a file labeled Lily Holloway. Ever since she’d moved onto the Holloway estate, Stefan had insisted she take on the family name. He’d even promised to adopt her in the weeks following the wedding. Then Raven got sent to boarding school, and Lily got shipped off to the wellness facility, and Stefan must’ve forgotten about his promise, because the adoption never happened.

The second drawer held no familiar names. Lily closed it quickly, crouching down to ease open the bottom drawer. Her mother’s maiden name had been Quinn, but Lily Quinn was not written on any of these files. On a whim, she opened the third drawer, quickly flipping through the Ks, even though she knew her mother wouldn’t have listed her under her father’s name.

Her biological father, who’d left her at three years old.

Lily was right. Her name wasn’t listed under the Ks, but his was. Andrew Kane, third file from the end. Had her mother been counseling her bio dad? It seemed impossible. Lily’s mother had gotten pregnant at sixteen, and by the time her parents were nineteen, they couldn’t look at each other. Lily had ruined their relationship. They’d been desperately in love, and then she’d come along, screaming and crying and demanding too much.

Her father had left because of her. Hadn’t her mother told her that, over and over again, until Lily knew the story by heart? But maybe, unbeknownst to Lily, her parents had reconnected. Carefully, she slid the file under the waistband of her jeans, covering it with her oversize sweater. The copy machine was humming happily at her back, and in order to operate it, Jack would have to be turned away from the filing cabinet. It was unlikely she’d seen Lily’s delicate movements. Still, Lily riffled through the drawers for another minute, pulling out a handful of other files. Most of her mother’s clients had been couples, but a few men had come to see her on their own, just like Raven’s father had.

Lily focused on them. They were the ones most likely to have become unhealthily attached to her mother. Maybe she was grasping at straws, but if she couldn’t find a suspect in this office, that left only the three of them. Belle, who was already locked up in a detention center. Jack, who’d knelt beside a fireplace and fed Raven’s clothing to the flames. And Lily herself, with all her secrets.

She carried her stack of files over to the copier. “How’s it coming along?” she asked casually.

“Almost done. She was counseling him for a year,” Jack added, tapping Dr. Holloway’s file. “He started coming here the winter Raven was twelve, and only stopped the following November.”