The kidnapper could be here to visit her in person. Or maybe he had decided to release Ryder right here on her doorstep. Checking the peephole, she was surprised to see Sorcha on the other side of her door.
Sliding off the chain, Lacie opened the door wide. Sorcha’s chin was tipped down but her eyes were fixed on Lacie. It appeared she’d perfected the disapproving mother stare already.
“Hi,” Lacie said when Sorcha didn’t say anything.
“I’m waiting to hear your explanation.”
“My explanation?” Lacie asked.
“I’m not fooled, Lace,” Sorcha said, propping a hand on the doorframe to drum her manicured nails on it. “You didn’t come here for space.”
“Then why did I come here?” Lacie asked, fearful that she would reveal more of herself to her friend than was safe.
“I don’t know,” Sorcha said.
