partner, Mark, leaving me paralyzed. He swore to protect me, to cher
rent, cold. "Stop the drama, Sarah. Get yourself out," he said, before I heard her, Chloe, my physi
rting the fire out of recklessness, even faking my escape. Mark, the man I saved, the man I married, stood by,
ly? The injustice seared deeper than the fire. To die a horrific death, then be
, refused to believe their lies. She knew the true Sarah Miller. And now, she'