~SARA~
She sits across from me, and it feels like a silent standoff.
We’re just staring at each other, neither of us speaking, like we’re both trying to size the other up.
She looks calm. Too calm. Like she is used to situations like this.
She is dressed in expensive clothes. Not flashy, just obviously costly. Her jewelry is simple but unmistakably real. Then there’s her bag. I recognize it immediately.
It’s the latest edition from a popular designer brand.
Only two were made.
One belongs to Mrs. Ford.
The other to the First Lady.
That alone makes my stomach tighten.
She watches me closely, and the longer she looks, the more uncomfortable I feel. The room suddenly feels hot even though the air conditioner is running.
My hands start to shake, so I lock my fingers together and pr
