Regrets

As Harry drove the car to the penitentiary where Sara was being held, his eyes caught Candace's hands and how she kept rubbing them together anxiously.

"If you don't feel up to it, I can go inside alone when we get there. You don't have to face her if you don't want to," Harry said softly.

"I have to face her. I need to," Candace said as she looked out of the window.

She had been thinking all about this visit since she woke up that morning. She had been wondering how she was going to feel when she came face to face with Sara.

Would she feel sorry for the woman? Would she feel angry? Would it be hatred? What was she going to say to her? Would she ask her why she did all of that?

"I need to see the face of the woman who had the nerve to sell and abandon her own children for fame. I have to see the face of the woman who was shameless and cruel enough to want to harvest her daughter's organ illegally," Candace said, her voice thick with emotion.