She just took a long sip and stared at me over the rim.

“People like Rebecca don’t want peace,” Sarah said.

“They want to find out exactly what you know, so they can work out what to hide next.”

I watched the dark liquid steam in her cup.

“If she wanted to hide from me, she would have stayed away completely,” I said.

“Look, your husband paid Dr.

Evans ten thousand dollars right after your baby supposedly died,” Sarah said.

“That isn’t a charitable donation.