Chapter 53

• As I followed Mr. Clinton, Erin's hand slipped into mine, her grip tight. I tried to shake her off, but she held firm. "Let's go, Sarah," she whispered with her usual smile.
• Mr. Clinton led us to a small study off the main hallway. The room was dimly lit, with only a single bulb casting a warm glow upon us. He gestured for us to sit, and I reluctantly took a seat, trying to extricate my hand from Erin's grasp.
• "So, Sarah," Mr. Clinton began, his voice stern. "I hear there have been some... issues with your behavior."