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As Sabrina parked in front of the white stucco house, she gazed up the sidewalk at the clean cut desert home sprawling before her. It said a lot about Ellen Graham. She was no doubt successful in her career, able to afford a fancy house, with a pool in the backyard and the vista of the mountains beyond. She sensed the woman was exactly as she portrayed herself to be, exacting, decisive but kind. Their relationship could turn out to be everything that Sabrina wanted, even if part of her was frightened half out of her wits. Her hands trembled as she turned off her car and pocketed the keys. Walking gingerly to the door, she lifted the knocker and let it fall against the heavy oak. At moment later, the door opened and she gazed at Ellen’s warm smiling face.
“Come in dear,” the reporter
