“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
Meg recalled the scene. Harriet was laughing. She demanded that Donal show Meg who he really was. He’d been reluctant, but he did it and what did she do? She’d run away. Oh. God.
She’d run away.
“What did you think was going on?” Fiona asked.
What had she thought was going on?
She replied slowly, gathering her thoughts on this impossible situation. “I don’t know. I just assumed it wasn’t good. The guy I like and the boss I hate were together in a room.”
“You assumed that he was doing something wrong?” Colleen asked.
Meg put a hand over her mouth. “I did. He was stuck there. Helpless. The same way I had been only moments before. He couldn’t move even after I could. Harriet must have done that.”
She couldn’t get the vision out of her head. He’d looked at her helplessly. His eyes pleaded with her, but she’d walked away.
“Didn’t you mention that you thought Harriet was odd? Something was wrong with her?” Fiona asked.