Cara stood stock still in front of the television, toothbrush in hand. The news had come on, running through local events, national news, and then began winding down with sports. She returned to the sink to spit and rinse, eyeing herself in the mirror. She looked pale. Worse, she’d been crying again. Suddenly angry with herself, she tossed the towel in her hands onto the counter and walked out of the bathroom determined not to think about Beau Hamilton. As she passed by the screen on her way to pick out her clothes for a job interview at Erica’s school, an assistant to the guidance counselor position, something caught her eye at the same moment the announcer’s words filled her ears.
“We have an update on Canucks’ Center, Beau Hamilton. Today, Manager Jack Foreman released this photo taken by a fan of the person believed to be responsible for the injury that blinded him.”
The image was plastered across the screen. There she was, blurry, but Cara knew the spiked hair, glasses, and look of sheer panic forever immortalized in the out of focus pixels. Someone had caught her on camera, and now, she was a wanted woman.
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