She knew she must look frightening. Her skin had to be as white as marble, she was unsteady on her feet, her eyes bulging. They might not think much of it now … a fight with a boyfriend, a bad grade? … but later, when they heard about Dr. Stark, they’d put two and two together and get … well, what they’d get could spell disaster for Shea Fallon. She laughed aloud, a cold, hollow sound echoing throughout the dim, deserted stairwell. As if she weren’t already swimming in disaster, and with no help from anyone. She’d done that all by herself. But as long as no one had seen her running from Dr. Stark’s office this afternoon, there was still a remote chance that she wouldn’t drown. Then she remembered the phone call at Vinnie’s. If someone knew about the stolen exam, her chances of getting out of this mess weren’t remote … they were nonexistent. Still, as if it were a life preserver, she clung to a tiny shred of hope that the call hadn’t meant anything. She would cling to it tenaciously until every last trace of hope was gone.
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