Chapter Three
STERLING
I’m not sure who just came to the house, but the longer they take, the more nervous I’m getting. I can still hear voices downstairs even though I heard one car drive off, the voice is too high to still be Wilder’s, but it’s too far to be able to easily recognise the person. Bummer.
Then footsteps come up the stairs, and I hear the distinctive click-clack of heels, so most likely a woman. Which doesn’t make my nerves any better.
“Sterling?” Sarah calls out before she knocks on the door.
Relief floods me, but I’m still a little on edge, I don’t want her to figure out what is going on. Did Wilder tell her anything, or is he not as talkative with her either? Sarah and Wilder did seem very close that day of the funeral. “Come on in.” I sit up and pull the top of my s
