Gina
By the time Michael finally agreed that we could go to the hospital, I had worked myself through fear, anger, guilt, and right back around to anger again.
Sarah was alive. That was what mattered, and I kept reminding myself of it during the drive, but the picture of my employment file wouldn’t leave my head. Neither would the messages that came with it.
She was never supposed to work for Preston.
Ask Sarah who changed the application.
I hated that Victor had succeeded in doing exactly what he wanted. I was questioning Sarah before I had even spoken to her. Every conversation we’d ever had suddenly seemed different when I looked backward through suspicion, and that made me angry with myself almost as much as it made me angry with him. Sarah was my friend. She had been hurt tonight
