CLAIRE

The police called me on a Tuesday afternoon. I was in the middle of checking a batch of finished dresses when my phone rang, the detective's voice was professional but tired.

"We found Sarah," he said without preamble. "She's in custody. We wanted to inform you."

My heart rate jumped. "Where?" I asked.

"New Jersey," the detective replied. "She was trying to cross state lines. We apprehended her at a bus station."

"Is she talking?" I pressed.

"That's the complicated part," the detective said. "She's admitted to the sabotage. Says she did it alone, no one put her up to it. But we've found some inconsistencies."

"What kind of...