She was all alone, and she might as well get used to it, Cami thought, trying to harden her heart against the onslaught of emotion that threatened to overpower her.
She couldn’t help that it was a secure database. All she wanted was to help the women. Surely there was a way to do that, without being blocked at every turn? Why hadn’t he suggested something himself? He knew what the possibilities were.
Then a terrible thought came to her.
Had she imagined that she and Connor were getting closer, and were starting to feel as if they were working together? Had he been waiting for this moment, for her to resist him and to rebel against the rules, so that he could do what he’d been wanting to all along, and send her to jail?
The possibility flared in her mind, a scary and unwanted thought. She didn’t want to believe that of Connor. But then, she’d never believed that the FBI would have failed to find her sister.
There were terrible truths in life that had to be accepted, and a lot of them depended on people you wanted to trust.
And, at that moment, there was a hard, loud knocking on the restroom door.
“Cami Lark?” a woman’s voice sounded, sharp and officious. “Jacenta Jones here, FBI. Are you done in there? I need to meet with you.”
This was it. Her fate was sealed. There could only be one reason for a head office visit at this time.
With her heart in her boots, Cami unlocked the door and stepped out, gathering the courage she needed for what she knew would happen next.