I couldn't sleep that night.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Sarah's face. Smiling, sympathetic and concerned.
All lies.
Every moment of the past months, she'd been lying to me.
When she'd "found" my mother's trail to Prague lie.
When she'd arranged for Jakub's help probably reporting every detail back to Brighton.
When she'd held my hand at my father's funeral, told me she'd help me get justice, all of it lies.
I lay in the dark, rage building in my chest like a physical pressure.
Damien was asleep on the couch, exhausted from months of vigilance. I envied him. The ability to rest.
I couldn't.
Not anymore.
Because every time I tried to relax, I thought about what Sarah had done.
What she'd been doing from the very beginning.
Around 3 AM, I gave up trying to sleep. Got out of bed quietly and moved to the window.
The countryside was dark and still. No lights except stars. No sounds except wind.
Peaceful.
A lie, like everything else.
"Can't sleep?"
