"Clearly," I couldn't help it but cut in and confirm what she'd just said. Heather pinched me again but harder and I flinched.

Sawyer adjusted and went on.

"Please, I'm begging you, Sheridan, to forgive me," she looked at me, clear panic and fear in her eyes.

I stared at her silently, making her uncomfortable. This girl, like her mother, had been a source to some of my problems from childhood. Was I really gonna forgive her?

Heather left my arm and went to stand close ...