Chapter 11

Though Steven had worked for Zachary for years, his mysterious role as private chef kept him out of James's social circle. He greeted Sarah and Scarlett warmly before brushing past the others. "It's getting cold out here. Let me give you ladies a ride home."

Scarlett brightened immediately. Any chance to spite James and Charlotte was worth taking. "That's so sweet of you!" she gushed.

Sarah couldn't help but smile, knowing that easy-going Steven wouldn't have offered without Zachary's instructions.

As she followed Scarlett into the car, her gaze lingered on the shadowy building, remembering Zachary's request.

"Professor Wells tells me you're quite accomplished in psychology," he had said. "I have a patient I'd like you to help with."

She'd refused immediately. Maybe if she hadn't married James, she would have become a successful therapist. But now, treating patients felt beyond her reach.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help. You should find someone more qualified."

In the sunset light,