7It was impossible not to watch herself walk down the hallway because the one-way mirrored labs constantly reflected her image back to her. She couldn’t help being a little pleased about how the comfortable ankle boots made the most of her long legs. The layered haircut she had gotten had finally tamed the wild, black locks she’d been sporting. Her taller than average height was emphasized now by both her post-captivity thinness and a new well-fitting dress.
She’d chosen it because it was the color of the turquoise water off the coast of the island where she had been born. Her biological parents had died in a hurricane when she was six, and only a few months later, she’d come to live with the Harringtons in New Virginia. Her adoptive mother would have been proud of the presentation she ma
