Lorraine and I walked around South Campus. I couldn"t wander too far with another class starting in thirty minutes. She looked worn down, almost ready to yield to the pressure swirling around her.
“I"m so sorry you have to go through all this drama. I wish I could convince Sheriff Montague to focus on someone else besides you.” I loosely placed my arm around her waist as a show of support. “Maybe you could help me decipher something I came across while reading Abby"s journal.”
“I"ll try,” Lorraine said when we stopped at a nearby bench. “I"m pretty useless these days. Alton thinks I should take a vacation, but I"ve been told not to leave town.”
“I"m hoping to find the truth soon,” I added, taking a seat next to her. “Do the initials W. A. mean anything to you? Abby mentioned going on a
