Chapter Ninety-Five

Lauren's POV

I burst through the door of the rehab center when it was opened after I had knocked on it, my wild eyes going every which way to figure out if anything was out of place. Damien was right beside me in support, unsure of what I was there to do but being there anyway.

“Why have you all refused to give my mother’s information to the police?” I asked, fuming as I headed toward the woman that I recognized as an authoritative figure there.

“And why was this place stated as a community house and not a rehabilitation facility in the news? Have you all decided to bury the whole thing?” Damien added.

The woman shook her head in denial almost immediately as she gave us a smile that seemed to be her attempt to calm us down. But it only made me angry. She knew that I was inquiring about my mother’s death that had taken place in that same building, and her nonchalance was getting me riled up.

“Can we take this to the office? There are still people in here