“Old social accounts?”
“Mostly private.”
“My sister?”
The question was quiet.
Rachel hesitated.
My chest tightened.
“I haven’t seen her mentioned,” Rachel said.
Ellie nodded once.
“Her name was Molly Parker. She died three years ago. I don’t want anyone turning her into part of this.”
“They won’t,” I said.
Ellie looked at me.
I corrected myself.
“I’ll do everything I can to make sure they don’t.”
“That’s different.”
Rachel picked up her phone.
“I’ll tell Sophie. No engagement with anything involving Molly or your parents. We can also contact your former agency and request that they remove the archived profile.”
Ellie nodded.
“Thank you.”
Rachel began typing.
I watched Ellie.
She looked calm.
I knew enough about her now to recognize the difference between calm and controlled.
“You’ve done this before,” Rachel said.
Ellie glanced at her.
“Advertising.”
“You understand media cycles.”
“I understand that telling people not to look at something is an efficient way to make them look harder.”
Rachel paused.
“Yes.”
“And that if we overreact, it becomes a bigger story.”
