CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX – IT ALL BREAKS DOWN

Clara knocked on Scarlett's door, shifting impatiently from one foot to the other. It had been three long days since her friend's horrifying revelations about Henry and the deranged Randall Crawford. Three days with no word from the man she loved. The door swung open, revealing a haggard-looking Scarlett. Her hair was disheveled and dark circles ringed her eyes. "Oh, Scarlett..." Clara pulled her into a tight hug. "You look exhausted." Scarlett gave a weary shrug. "I can't sleep. Henry still hasn't returned or contacted me." Worry creased Clara's brow. "You don't think something happened to him, do you?" "No!" Scarlett shook her head vehemently. "I won't let myself think like that. Henry is strong. He's just...dealing with Crawford." Clara studied her friend carefully. "Have you eaten anything today?" Scarlett waved a dismissive hand. "I'm not hungry." "Well, I brought sandwiches anyway." Clara held up a paper bag. "You need to keep your strength up." Sighing, Scarlett gesture