Chapter 17 Breaking Points
- Sandra didn’t go home that night.
- She drove aimlessly, the Phoenix skyline bleeding into blurs of neon and desert dark. Her thoughts raced, but one word clanged like a bell over and over: Claire. A name. A ghost. A rupture.
- She parked near Tempe Town Lake and watched the water glint beneath the moonlight. Cool desert air wrapped around her, numbing the heat rising in her chest.