Paige hurried around her apartment, getting ready for her first day back at work. Her extended holiday had probably been given with the intention of allowing her extra time to relax and spend with her loved ones, but instead she had spent the majority of the past few weeks alone in her apartment, doing online research and becoming increasingly frustrated with her lack of progress.
Working for the Arrendales had brought her no closer to finding what she was searching for. She felt like she needed to stick it out and give it more time, but since the real Jolene had showed up and Lance was on to her deception, she was running out of time. This plan of hers was feeling increasingly hopeless.
She paused at the desk and picked up the well-worn and frequently read letter that her sister had sent her so many months ago. She had scoured it countless times looking for some sort of clue, but it only brought her to the same conclusion: that this was where she needed to be. The wording in the letter was so vague; all it told her for certain was that her sister was alive.
She folded the letter and placed it back in its drawer. She didn't have time to mull over it now. It was her first day back, and she was already running behind. She decided to wait and see how much grief Lance had in store for her today and then decide if she wanted to continue her job at the Arrendales or abandon this plan for Plan B, whatever that might be.
She was about to grab her bag and head out when she was startled by a knock on the door. She frowned, wondering who it could be. She never had visitors.
