I reached out and touched the edge of Lola’s monitor. The screen showed a blank white box where Sarah’s smiling face had been the day before.
“Maybe she deactivated them,” I said.
“You have to go into the settings to do that, Maureen,” Lola said, turning to look at me. “It takes three steps. You don’t do that by accident while you are packing a bag in a hurry.”
“Could someone else have done it?” I asked.
Lola stopped tapping her pen. She looked down at her keyboard, then back up at me, her eyes small and dark behind her reading glasses.
“Does Kevin have her passwords?” Lola asked.
“Of course not,” I said. “Why would he?”
“He does the taxes,” Lola said. “He knows every financial password in your house, doesn’t he?”
“That is different,” I said, my voice rising slightly before I caught myself. “He is an accountant. He keeps things organized.”
“He keeps things quiet,” Lola said.
She clicked her mouse, opening a new tab on her browser. She typed Sarah’s email address into a recovery field, but the screen only flashed a red warning.
