"You're going to get sick, Sarah."

Sabrina, I want to respond. Please call me Sabrina.

But I can't. If he's here, I might get a second chance at the temp position. I might still have a shot at making my father proud. Being useful to him. Of course, that means betraying this man, but I don't have to think about that now. Not yet. It's in the future. Not in the rainy, dreamlike landscape where only Bryant and I exist.

"I'll be fine," I say, biting my lip when he delves the pocket square ...