Chapter Ten
By the time we made it back to Sam’s car, it was only around nine o’clock, but felt like midnight. I sank into my seat with a sigh, leaning my head back against the headrest as my eyes fluttered shut. A moment later, the driver’s door banged shut. I turned my face toward him, but opening my eyes felt like too much effort.
He squeezed my hand. “You okay?”
I groaned in response. We still had nothing. Okay, well, slightly less than nothing. Deborah acted like a bereaved family member when Miriam’s name came up, but of course she would. She hadn’t burst into tears and confessed to everything, which certainly would’ve made my life easier. Although she’d mentioned her vacation, she didn’t act like someone planning to skip town and never come back. (Not that I knew what a fleeing m
