After that day, I never saw Wyatt again.
I did see Sharon once, though.
Well... Not exactly.
One morning at work, one of the security guards waved me over.
He pointed at one of the surveillance monitors.
"Miss Lopez, this woman has been hanging around outside for days. She keeps looking your way. Do you know her? If not, I'm thinking about calling the police."
It was Sharon.
She'd cut her hair short and lost weight.
She looked different. But we'd practically grown up together. I'd recognize her anywhere.
My fingers tightened around my bag strap.
"She's an old friend. If she comes back again, just ask her to leave. No need to call the police."
The guard nodded. "That's strange. If she's really your friend, why's she sneaking around? Our security's strict, sure. But visitors can s
