How could Sarah be at the scene?
Why would Sarah kill Kendra? Was she even capable of murder? What could have possibly driven her to that?
Despite himself, Vincent needed answers. It was the only way he could stay remotely sane. The tears didn’t come—only raw, shocking pain settled deep inside him.
He didn’t wait for the nurse to return before he ripped the IV needle from his hand. The sting didn’t register. He got up, steadying himself with a sharp breath.
He was leaving.
At the holding cell, Sarah looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps. Her eyes were bloodshot, her cheeks streaked with dried tears. The moment she saw him, she shot forward, clutching the bars with trembling hands.
“Vincent!” Her voice was hoarse, a gasp soaked in emotion. “I’m so sorry this had to happen. I
