At that moment, the officer outside heard the commotion and pushed the door open. The instant he saw Sydney standing there, unharmed, he let out a breath. "Ms. Wilson, are you all right?""I'm fine." Sydney stepped aside to let him pass.As she moved, the edge of her vision caught Penelope's pale face. Nothing stirred in her. She simply turned to thank the officer. "Perfect timing. We're done talking anyway. Sorry for the trouble."Moments earlier, Penelope had still been shouting, her voice clashing with the rattle of chains and the scrape of the chair.Sydney had not caught every word. She did not want to. If she listened any longer, she feared she would lose what little composure she had left.As soon as Sydney stepped out of the interview room, she ran into Peter hurrying toward her. "Ms. Wilson!"He had watched her grow up. One look told him something was wrong. "Did Penelope say something awful to you?""No." Sydney forced a smile and shook her head. "I'm just a little tir
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