9
Peter
I stand over her bedside, watching her sleep. I’m taking a risk by being here in person instead of watching her through the cameras my men installed throughout her house, but the Ambien should keep her from waking up. Still, I’m careful not to make a sound. Sara is sensitive to my presence, attuned to me in some strange way. That’s why she’s taken to carrying that pepper spray, and why she looks like a hunted doe each time I get near.
Subconsciously, she knows I’m back. She senses I’m coming for her.
I still don’t know why I’m doing this, but I’ve given up trying to analyze my madness. I’ve tried to stay away, to remain focused on my mission, but even as I tracked down and eliminated all but one name on my list, I kept thinking about Sara, picturing how she looked that day at t
