Sarah Stewart
Her voice was identical to Sarah’s, albeit with a distant British accent. “Somebody talk, or I’ll scream,” she warned. “Somebody say something!”
“Ms. Stewart,” the man called, and Sarah and the woman answered “Yes” quickly. “No,” they both said, pointing at each other before smoothing out their curls simultaneously. The man leaned forward, closing his eyes tightly before opening them.
His brows drew up.
