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of footsteps, and tilted her head toward the new comer , not daring to turn and acknowledge the person with her glance. It wasn ’ t easy to catch herself at every gesture, but she must do her absolute best. It was
     crucial she not give herself away. She closed her eyes now, and kept them closed,
     forcing herself to see the room only through the confines of her mind.
    “ I had a friend, you see, when I most desperately needed one, ” she continued passionately, and silently berated herself for not considering acting
     as a career. “My tutor ... he inspired me when I thought nothing might. He taught me that my blindness was
     not a death sentence, Mr. Holland, and that I need not waste myself with self-pity
     and lamentations. Someone cared enough to give all that to me, and I only wish to
     give it back. ”
    The room remained silent.
    She heard his intake of breath and knew he was moved by her words.
    “ That is certainly commendable, ” he said after a contemplative moment.
    “ You see, ” she continued, encouraged, “ there must be a reason under the sun for everything, Mr. Holland. And I refuse to
     allow my own accident to pass in vain. ”
    “ Y ou are quite a remarkable woman.”
    Sarah opened her eyes.
    The sincerity in his tone was disarming.
    The way he was looking at her was even more so. It was a look she wasn ’t supposed to see behind her dark glasses, and yet she did. Her heart hammered a strange beat against her breast. She had to will herself to breathe.
    It was dangerous to believe him capable of human compassion, she reminded herself.
     Any man who could murder his wife so coldly had a heart as black as coal.
    Peter Holland was a dangerous man—more so because he bore the face of an angel.
    He wasn ’ t an angel, but a heartless killer. Rumors alluded to it and Mary’s growing unhappiness certainly didn’t absolve him.
    “ Thank you, ” Sarah answered, a little breathlessly.
    What the devil was wrong with her?
    “ Well, then ... ” He turned to look at Christopher. “ Are you ready to conduct the interview, sport? ”
    Sarah could scarcely see the little face that lit with excitement behind the massive desk. She was grateful
     for the sudden turn of Peter ’ s attention.
    “ I really can do it, Daddy? ” Christopher asked, bubbling over with enthusiasm. And yet he didn ’ t rise up on his knees as Sarah expected most boys would have done. He didn ’ t vie for a better view of her. He didn ’ t look her in the face. He merely sat within his father ’ s chair, glowing with excitement.
    “ Of course, ” his father replied. “ She ’ s all yours, son. ”
    Sarah smiled despite herself at his choice of words.
    “ What should I ask her, Daddy? ” he whispered anxiously, and seemed to think, perhaps, that no one but his father
     could hear.
    “ Ask whatever you wish, ” Sarah answered. “ What may I tell you that will convince you to give me employ? ”
    “ Ummm, ” he replied a little uncertainly, and placed a finger to his head, as though to touch
     upon the a nswer in his brain. “Do you keep taffy in your dress coat? ” he asked.
    Sarah smiled, forgetting her darker thoughts in the face of such sweet innocence. “ Why, yes, I do! ” she confessed, and resolved to do so, “ though sometimes, I fear, I sneak them for myself. But shhh, ” she urged him. “ Don ’ t tell anyone. ”
    He giggled, and Sarah had to restrain herself from peering over the desk to better
     see his expression. He had his mother ’ s laughter, she thought—that impish little giggle that made one want to giggle, too,
     even when one wasn ’ t certain what the laughter was about.
    “ Next question? ” she prompted him, and was very much aware that his fat her was watching them carefully ... and someone else was watching too.
    Sarah sensed the scrutiny upon her and yet dared not turn to see who it was that watched
     from the doorway behind her.
    “ Ummm, ” he said again, and paused