Elena's hand paused over her notepad, and she looked up, a flicker of surprise crossing her usually even face. "Find...Sabrina?" she repeated, her tone careful.
"Yes," Benedict said, his voice firmer than before. "It's time I confronted what I've done-what I've lost." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "She deserves to know what's going on here. And...she deserves an apology."
Elena scrutinized him; she could feel the weight in his voice. It was a different Benedict - one she hardly ever saw - shedding off armor.
"Understood, Mr. Thompson," Elena said softly. "I'll make contact with all contacts that might be able to help us find her. Do you have any idea where she might be?"
He shook his head slowly, frustration chafing at regret. "Not exactly. Last I knew, she'd gone to stay with he
