Page 98 of Fear of Flames
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“Yes, sir. Sarah Louise.”
“Sarah, I’ve wanted to make this trip since you first joined us. How are you adjusting?”
She looked at Fletch who was at her side. “Arrow has helped me.”
“And you’ve helped the agency. I thought it was time for you to be introduced to our director of research” —he chuckled— “if we had titles, that is. Michelle,” he called.
When the door opened, Sarah’s knees weakened as she reached for Fletch’s strong arm with one hand and clenched the locket with the other. The woman before her was the image of what Sarah would look like in thirty years.
“Shelly, I’ve missed you. I’m so proud of the choices you’ve made.”
“Mom?”
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