Chapter 46 The Breaking Point

• Clara had always trusted her instincts.Even when the rest of the world didn’t.Even when they called her paranoid, dramatic, difficult.
• Today, her instincts told her one thing: run.
• It started with the cold prickle at the back of her neck. The hairs standing on end as she walked from the office parking lot toward the building. Her heels clicked against the pavement in a rhythm she knew by heart—but behind her, there was another echo.