When Sara woke up the next day she felt a sense of relief. Last night she had agreed to sign the proposal, and today she would follow through. Today was the first day of the rest of her life. This was her way out. She pulled her hand from under the covers and reached over to the bedside table for her phone. She clicked the mailbox icon and typed Bonnie a long email, telling her what happened.
As she made her way downstairs for breakfast, she heard Derek on the phone. She waited on the top of the stairs which led down to the foyer, trying to listen to his conversation. She knew she shouldn’t eavesdrop, but the answers he gave her yesterday only touched the surface of what she wanted to know about him. As she strained her ears to listen, she overheard bits and pieces of a heated conversati
