stopped walking and looked down at the snowy sand, thinking about the doll I found on the beach. A doll I knew Emily had access to. Emily had access to my calendar too, I realized. I gave her my password so she could add events when she needed to. I’d totally forgotten about that. She could’ve been messing with my appointments all along, keeping me from getting pregnant so I could campaign for her. And there were the threats, the stalking—wasn’t all of it more reason for me to run off to LA? Right where Emily wanted me.
