CHAPTER 30

When she got home that day, Claire thought she had conquered. Not speaking to Lisa was immature, but it had saved her from a fight she knew she couldn't have avoided with her running mouth. She even managed to cover a lot on the language textbook.

Myla dropped her off as usual. In front of her apartment, she found a note slipped in beneath her door. She picked up the note gingerly and opened it as she crossed the threshold. The words stopped her cold.

"Found you, little sis."

She dropped the note like one would burning coal, as though it scorched her fingers, but she couldn't unsee the message. The words were there, burned into her mind. How? How had she managed to find her so quickly?

Her hands shook as she slid the deadbolt home and peeped outside through the half open curtains, one hand dialing Danielle's line. Her friend picked up immediately.

"You're home early." Her cheery voice came on the phone.

"Danielle."

Claire knew she sounded frantic, and that Danielle would probably go in