She put the photo down, picked up the teacup, and took a sip. The tea was completely cold, and a bitter taste spread across her tongue.
Setting the cup aside, she picked up her phone and scrolled to the private detective's number. "I want to go to that kindergarten myself. Arrange it so that no one knows who I am."
A confirmation came from the other end of the line.
After hanging up, she walked into her dressing room and chose a plain, unremarkable dark blue trench coat, paired with flat shoes. She tied her hair back casually.
She was going to confirm whether those three children were truly her grandchildren.
At ten o'clock sharp, Victoria's car stopped on the street about 100 meters away from the kindergarten. She didn't let the driver pull in closer; instead, she walked the rest of the way herself.
Tadpoles Nursery School was at the end of the road — a standalone red-brick building with a small playground in front.
