After the shock of Sarah’s disappearance wore off, his anger had set in. Not at her, but at himself.His reaction last night had been no better than the people who had taken her in when she was a child. Instead of reaching out to her, comforting her in her need, he’d pulled back.Banging his fist against the wall, he left a hole in the drywall. The contact sent a jolt of pain up his arm, but that was nothing compared to the pain Sarah must be feeling. He’d seen the wounded look in her eyes last night as he dropped her off at her apartment—all because of him. She’d brought a ray of sunlight to his life and he’d blown it.And she’d left him.An empty feeling emerged as he thought about her and how far she’d come since she’d first waked through the clinic door. Sarah. Alone, vulnerable, and hurt, somewhere in central California, since he was certain she wasn’t in Greer anymore. The only question was, where did she go? The gnawing sensation in his stomach worked its way to his heart.He needed her back.Switching on the lights, he glanced around.
