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spent with more files and psychology journals than people, and the memories of countless conversations filled with bloodcurdling details, and saying life here was harsh went well beyond the weather.
    â€œWill you take one of them along?” Lorraine asked.
    Evelyn shook her head. “We don’t have the funds. I’ll be lucky if the Bureau of Prisons approves my ticket.”
    â€œSo who’ll be working with Mr. Garza?”
    â€œWho do you think?”
    â€œNot you—you’re already juggling a lot more than the others. As it is you don’t get time to think about anything besides your patients.”
    Evelyn offered her a rueful smile. “Maybe you haven’t noticed, but there’s not a lot to do in Hilltop besides work, especially this time of year.”
    â€œYou could get a social life.”
    â€œWhich would include … what? Drinking at the Moosehead?”
    â€œWhy not?”
    Evelyn had gone there once last summer, before Hanover House even opened. Amarok had taken her. She’d had a good time, but she tried not to think about that.
    â€œYou never know what kind of guy you might meet,” Lorraine added by way of enticement.
    She rolled her eyes. “Truer words were never spoken.”
    â€œI meant that you might run into someone fun and interesting, not dangerous.”
    Like Amarok. Surely Lorraine had heard the rumors about them. Or maybe not. As with so many other members of the staff, she lived in Anchorage and commuted to work. Didn’t socialize with the locals. “There are no guarantees.”
    â€œGlenn would go with you.”
    Glenn Whitcomb, one of the COs, had taken it upon himself to look after the both of them, as well as some of the other women who worked at Hanover House. When he could, he walked them out of the prison, carried anything that was heavy or helped scrape the snow off their cars. “Glenn faces the same drive you do,” she said. “He doesn’t need to be staying here in Hilltop any later than his work requires.”
    â€œWhy not? What’s he got to go home to? His married sister? He needs to find a mate, too.”
    â€œHe’ll meet someone eventually.” Regardless, she couldn’t become any friendlier with him. She could sense how much he admired her, had to be careful. Getting too chummy with a guard wasn’t professional and could undermine her authority at HH.
    â€œCome on,” Lorraine said. “You have to overcome the past at some point.”
    She was spitting Evelyn’s own words back at her. “I’ve made peace with my past. I’m happy as I am,” she responded, but she knew she bore more scars than the one on her neck. After the attack, she’d spent nearly a decade in therapy.
    â€œYou’d rather be single for the rest of your life?” Lorraine asked.
    Suddenly realizing that she was hungry, Evelyn pulled the carrots out of the sack. Maybe if she ate something she’d get her second wind. “I don’t need a man. I’ve filled my life with other things.”
    â€œPsychopaths?”
    â€œA purpose, ” she said, tearing open the plastic. “And to fulfill that purpose, I can fit one more inmate into my schedule.”
    Lorraine tsked. “You’re pushing too hard. Driving yourself right over the edge.”
    â€œI appreciate the warning—and the lunch,” she said. “What would I do without you in all of this? But I’m okay. Really. So … did Glenn’s uncle get your security alarm installed?”
    Lorraine gave her a look that let her know she recognized the deliberate change in subject. She allowed it, however. “Last week. That high-pitched tone that goes off when I open the door about makes me jump out of my skin.”
    Evelyn chuckled. “You get used to it.” She could speak with confidence, because Glenn’s uncle had also installed one in her house. She found