Leave her be.
With a satisfied and sharp smile, Euphemia leaves the questioning room, immediately going to stand at Archibald's side, and exit the building. Something about this woman is offputting.
Just as you're about to leave, go take a break, something catches your eye. It's a slip of paper, sat on the seat. It must've found it's way out of her purse.
You flip it over, all it reads is:
Mom, I'll be out tonight. Call me if you need groceries. I'll be stopping by the shop.
It's likely nothing, but still, you pocket it. You feel like you should.
