The full-length mirror in Sarah's front was a cruel reminder of how much the world had shifted beneath her feet. She stood before her reflection, her gaze tracing the line of her bare arms and legs. She turned to stare at her backside, reaching back to tug the hem of the skimpy red bodysuit she wore. It was a struggle to get the fabric to cover her properly; the cut was daring, intended for a woman who wanted to be noticed, not a woman hiding from a murderous EX-Boyfriend.
She looked pale, almost porcelain-white and sun-starved—a stark testament to the fact that she had been cooped up indoors for a week.
Sarah arcadia had been ghosting, though this time by choice, sliding through spreadsheets and analyzing the Shincity documents on her tablet until her eyes burned and the numbers began to swim.
The door creaked open, and Adrian marched in with the energy of a whirlwind.
