She knew she should call Kyle. He was a lawyer and he would know what to do. But as she walked around, she felt the intense need to keep the news to herself. As wonderful as her fiancé could be, he’d always hated Lila. Kyle would take one look at the letter and espouse it as the rambling thoughts of a drug addict. It would Lila’s last victory, to drive a wedge between the two of them.No. She needed to do this on her own.At eight o’clock, she walked through the doors of the police station. She hadn’t eaten in twelve hours and she could barely form the words coming out of her mouth. As much as she had rehearsed what she would say, it came out panicked and afraid.“Please,” she pleaded, “I need to talk to someone.”The clerk jumped up from his desk and went around the counter to grab the hysterical girl with the crumpled letter. She wanted to be calm and collected for Lila, but she couldn’t even hold it together for the middle-aged clerk.“Honey,” he said as he escorted her to the seats, “just stay here.
