"Why are you in this place?" The words escaped my lips before I could stop them, and my voice sounded softer than I had intended. Sarah stood at the doorway, her hands trembling as her nervous eyes peered into mine.
"I needed to locate you. Lola, it's horrible. worse than we anticipated. Her normal poise broke, her voice faltered, and I felt a shiver run up my back.
With my head spinning, I closed my eyes. In contrast to the tempest that Sarah had just entered, the mayhem that had previously erupted—Yemi's rage, the treachery, and the weight of the secret—felt like a faint memory. "Worse?" I repeated, gasping for air. "What do you mean?"
After entering, she pushed the door shut more forcefully than was necessary. "Desmond is approaching too near." I believe he is more knowledgeable than
