Sarah
My hand freezes on the doorknob as I stare into her disheveled face. Her clothes are tattered and messy like she was in some type of struggle already. "Deaf as well as dumb and ugly now?!" She shrieks.
"How....how are you here Harlow?" I act like I'm struggling. I mean I am, but not as much as she thinks.
"You must not have been listening to the news. They took me in for a little psychoanalysis for my upcoming trial. Someone caused some type of electrical fire in the women's bathroom. It was an amazing opportunity and I took it. I had to borrow a car. Providentially those weird skills they teach you while you work for the FBI can come in handy." She holds a knife which doesn't scare me considering she's fifteen feet away.
"Why did you come here? You could have escaped somewhere
