Stan guided her to the sofa opposite Camilla's, then brought her a glass of water and a damp cloth for the scrape on her cheek.
He let her sit quietly for a while without pressing her for a response. He knew, as he had known so many things about her from the beginning, that Sarah needed time to process what happened before she could talk about it. Rushing her would only make things harder.
She drank some water and occasionally glanced at Camilla, who observed her with the polite stillness of a woman making a genuine effort not to appear more alarming than she naturally was. Eventually, Sarah turned her attention to Stan, her fingers tightening slightly around the glass.
"Stan."
"Yeah?"
"I need you to explain."
"I know."
"Everything."
Stan paused briefly before nodding. "Okay."
