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reminded herself of where she was. She was going to visit Marie Sayles, the only other survivor of her near-killer’s unspeakable sadism. She berated herself for letting the flashback overwhelm her. She had managed to keep her mind on her driving for an hour and a half now, and she had thought she was doing fine.
    Riley drove into Georgetown, passing upscale Victorian homes, and parked at the address Marie had given her over the phone—a red brick townhouse with a handsome bay window. She sat in the car for a moment, debating whether to go in, and trying to summon the courage.
    Finally, she exited. As she climbed the steps, she was pleased to see Marie meet her at the door. Somberly but elegantly dressed, Marie smiled somewhat wanly. Her face looked tired and drawn. From the circles under her eyes, Riley was pretty sure that she’d been crying. That came as no surprise. She and Marie had seen each other a lot during their weeks of video chats, and there was little they could hide from one another.
    When they hugged, Riley was immediately aware that Marie was not as tall and robust as she’d expected her to be. Even in heels Marie was shorter than Riley, her frame small and delicate. That surprised Riley. She and Marie had talked a lot, but this was the first time they had met in person. Marie’s slightness made her seem all the more courageous to have survived what she’d been through.
    Riley took in her surroundings as she and Marie walked for the dining room. The place was immaculately clean and tastefully furnished. It would normally be a cheery home for a successful single woman. But Marie kept all the curtains closed and the lights low. The atmosphere was strangely oppressive. Riley didn’t want to admit it, but it made her think of her own home.
    Marie had a light lunch ready on the dining room table, and she and Riley sat down to eat. They sat there in an awkward silence, Riley sweating but unsure why. Seeing Marie was brining it all back.
    “So . . . how did it feel?” Marie asked tentatively. “Coming out into the world?”
    Riley smiled. Marie knew better than anyone what today’s drive took.
    “Pretty well,” Riley said. “Actually, quite well. I only had one bad moment, really.”
    Marie nodded, clearly understanding.
    “Well, you did it,” Marie said. “And that was brave.”
    Brave , Riley thought. That was not how she would have described herself. Once, maybe, when she was an active agent. Would she ever describe herself that way again?
    “How about you?” Riley asked. “How much do you get out?”
    Marie fell silent.
    “You don’t leave the house at all, do you?” Riley asked.
    Marie shook her head.
    Riley reached forward and held her wrist in a grip of compassion.
    “Marie, you’ve got to try,” she urged. “If you let yourself stay stuck inside like this, it’s like he’s still holding you prisoner.”
    A choked sob forced its way out of Marie’s throat.
    “I’m sorry,” Riley said.
    “That’s all right. You’re right.”
    Riley watched Marie as they both ate for a moment and a long silence descended. She wanted to think that Marie was doing well, but she had to admit that she seemed alarmingly frail to her. It made her fear for herself, too. Did she look that bad, too?
    Riley wondered silently whether it was good for Marie to be living alone. Might she be better with a husband or boyfriend? she wondered. Then she wondered the same thing about herself. Yet she knew the answer for both of them was probably not. Neither of them was in any emotional frame of mind for a sustained relationship. It would just be a crutch.
    “Did I ever thank you?” Marie asked after a while, breaking the silence.
    Riley smiled. She knew perfectly well that Marie meant for having rescued her.
    “Lots of times,” Riley said. “And you don’t need to. Really.”
    Marie poked at her food with a fork.
    “Did I ever say I’m sorry?”
    Riley was surprised. “Sorry? What for?”
    Marie spoke