My mother stood there, frozen, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. Her eyes, usually so composed, were now clouded with a faint, almost imperceptible hint of panic.
“He said… he said Lily is dead,” she finally managed to stammer, her voice trembling slightly. “They found a family photo on her body and asked me to come and identify it.”
Abigail’s frustration was evident as she rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “Mom, you’re confused again. Lily never took a family photo with us. There’s no way they would find Lily’s body with our photo. It’s a scam. Hundred percent.”
Her words were sharp, almost tinged with anger as she tried to pull my mother back from the edge of her mounting anxiety. Abigail’s tone was a mix of impatience and concern, as if she was struggling to make my mother see reason.
“Think about it, Mom,” Abigail continued, her voice growing firmer. “How could they say that the body have a family photo of us? We never even had a picture together with Lily. It's just a trick to scare you and then siphon off all your money.”