Chapter 150 Kieran

• She's early again. Sarah Hastings sits at the same table as last time, another stack of books in the center of the desk and her notepad flipped open in front of her. She's hunched over, scribbling furiously, the sound mingling with the gentle rattle of laptop keys from nearby, and my steps slow as I approach her back.
• No electric blue dress today. Pity. She's in a black polo shirt and shorts instead, her bare legs crossed at the ankle beneath her chair. With her pale skin and somber outfit, the only color on Sarah Hastings this morning is the shock of her platinum blonde hair.
• She wears it cut short, a pale pink tint to the blonde. The strands curl against the back of her neck, and I grip my cane tighter as I walk past to keep from reaching out and ruffling them.