I was furious that someone had humiliated a woman who’d fought so hard to be independent. Killing her dog. Then coming back to abduct her and mock her with a bag over her head. I was going to find that someone. I’d promised. Maybe giving in to Corrine wasn’t the smartest thing I’d ever done, but I was fairly certain it had been right. Nature had robbed her of her sight. I wasn’t going to let someone rob her of her dignity. The problem was, Isobel had argued vehemently against her sister taking refuge in a home for the blind even temporarily. Though she didn’t say as much, I suspected she thought it might prove the final blow to Corrine’s self-confidence. She was no doubt right, but letting Corrine remain where she was meant Corrine might again be used as a pawn to stop the very investigation she wanted. The trauma of the abduction, and her need to escape into the oblivion of sleep, had begun to make the unfortunate woman intractable.
