The words were desperate. Sabrina’s senses switched to full alert as she entered through the back door of the two-bedroom home she shared with her former nanny—the woman she called Aunt Helen. She heard agitation pulse through each syllable as Helen pleaded, “Please go before she comes inside.” A knot of apprehension balled in Sabrina’s stomach. More reporters? Surely not. It had been a couple of weeks since the accident and the interest in the story of her so-called heroism was dying out. A deep, well-modulated male voice responded to Helen’s plea, but Sabrina couldn’t make out the words. Whoever it was didn’t sound threatening. “I don’t want you here!” Definitely time to intervene. There was now a note in Helen’s voice that bordered on hysteria. “I won’t leave until Sabihah knows the truth.” This time the visitor’s assertive words carried through to the kitchen and stopped Sabrina in her tracks. Sabihah. It was a name she hadn’t heard in a long time.