Hailey was in the garden, watering the plants. The sun was gentle today, not too harsh, and the breeze danced lightly through the leaves of the magnolias and roses. Her hands moved automatically with the hose, but her mind wasn't really there. She'd chosen not to go to set today—not because she didn't have lines to memorize or rehearsals to attend, but because she needed time to think.
Whenever she wasn't practicing her lines, she would come down to water the flowers, something she'd found oddly comfortable, thinking maybe it would take her mind off what they'd discovered a few days ago at Mrs. Sterling's home.
She still found it hard to believe that her parents were heartless enough to plot the death of the lawyer.
Now, she wondered if they'd assisted Kaira in murdering her son.