Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-Three

Lauren's POV

I barely got a wink of sleep that night as all I could bring myself to think about was how to tell Shirley that I had a suspicion that she knew something about my mother’s death. I didn’t know what I would do if it turned out to be true, but I didn’t know what I would do if she was innocent either.

“I’ll have French toast and a glass of orange juice, please,” I said to the chef as I walked into the kitchen that morning without even waiting for him to ask me what I wanted to have.

I sat down in the dining room as I waited for my breakfast, nervously fiddling with my fingers and taking deep breaths. I filled my head with questions on whether or not it was a good idea to even say anything to Shirley. If she turned out to be innocent, she would never want to see my face or even pick my call again.

“Ma’am?” One of the security guards called out to me as he entered the dining room, causing me to look up and nod at him to show that he had my attention.