Kate’s POV
A month after Cliff’s death, a lawyer comes to me.
“Sadie Malone?” he asks when I answer the door.
I stare at him for several seconds before remembering that I’m her—that I’m Sadie. I give him a short, simple nod and wonder whether he’ll even buy it.
I hope he doesn’t. I hope he believes that I’m Kate Mitchell, murderess. I hope he isn’t a lawyer, but a cop, ready to take me into custody. Ready to give Cole a little justice.
He’s just a lawyer, though.
“It was a little hard to find you,” he says cheerfully, stepping inside without being invited. “We weren’t sure where your new place of residence was. But no worries—we made it here exactly when Mr. Davis wanted us to.”
Those little moments of hope are sadder, really, than having no hope. In that split second of hope, it’s
