The Knock Came Before I Could Dial 911

came at midnight, when Sarah showed up at the hospital in jeans, no coat, hair wet like she had left the shower without drying it.

She looked at Clara, then at me, then at Detective Sloan.

“I didn’t send anyone.”

“I know,” I said.

But my voice had a bite in it.

Sarah heard it.

She took the hit. Didn’t argue.

“My office had a break-in three weeks ago,” she continue reading …