Miriam’s POV

I walked into Sara’s office with a calm expression trying to keep my composure. But my heart was racing.

I felt restless, and I was also scared.

I wondered what Sara could have possibly discovered about Lazar.

Maybe now I can finally have answers to all my questions. Maybe now I can fully understand him.

She looks up from her desk as soon as I step in. “You’re late,” she says, with a half smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

I roll my eyes and close the door quietly behind me. “I wasn’t aware I was being timed.”

“You’re always being timed,” she teases, then straightens...