As soon as Sarah and Benicio walked into her office, a silence settled over it like a lull after a storm. She walked over to the large windows hoping to get some warmth from the sun. She was no way closer to relief and clarity than she was before she went to James's office. Her heart was thudding violently against her ribs, and her fingers were still cold, particularly the tips of her fingers. Edward could have overhead them back there. It heightened the guilt she felt.
Would she really be able to bring herself to tell him the truth? Was she really going to? She was terrified. The decision wasn't made.
Not yet. But the wall around her heart had cracked. She'd opened herself, if only slightly, to the possibility of telling the truth.
The skyline outside blurred in her vision, t
