Sarah returned to her office with nerves stretched so tightly that she felt as though one wrong thought might snap them apart.
She swallowed hard several times and kept her gaze fixed ahead, refusing to look back even once. She passed Melissa Hart's secretary's office without daring to glance in that direction, as if merely seeing that door again would force her to relive what had almost happened moments earlier.
The second she stepped inside her own office and closed the door behind her, she released a long, shaky breath. The sound echoed softly through the quiet room.
Sarah walked toward her desk on unsteady legs before dropping into her chair. She immediately buried her face in her hands, pressing her palms against her burning cheeks.
For several moments, she did nothing except breathe. Inhale, then exhale a few times. Her heartbeat was still racing far too fast. The memory refused to leave her alone.
