Trying to calm herself, Madeline reasoned that perhaps, as Kathy suggested, Norah was just an imposer and the sketch she had stumbled upon might not even belong to Norah.

Madeline's heart raced, and a knot of anxiety twisted in her stomach.

Biting her lip, she questioned why she couldn't maintain her composure as she had in the past. Despite facing pressure in previous situations, she had never felt as flustered and fearful as she did now.