Sarah huffed. “All right, then that’s what I’ll do.”

“Do what?”

She dialed Dr. Kilgore’s number and requested the referral from the woman who answered. “They said I couldn’t get in for three months,” she said. “And I know in the scheme of things, that’s fairly quick, but I just feel like I really need to talk to someone. The dreams are bad and I don’t know how much longer I can hold on to my sanity. Brianne said you might be able to work something out for me.”

“Brianne Davis?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Her heart thudded. And just like that, she had a last name.

“Are you having suicidal thoughts?”

“I . . . don’t know. I mean . . . sometimes I—”

“All right, we need to get you in immediately. I have access to the appointment book. Hold on just a moment, please. Let me see . . .” The keyboard clicked and Sarah ignored Gavin’s frown. Finally, the woman came back on the line. “Can you be there tomorrow morning at 10:45?”

“I—I can. Thanks. But I’m not—”

“Do you have someone you can stay with tonight?”

Guilt slammed her. “I do, but listen, I’m just really calling because it’s so hard to get an app—”

“If you get overwhelmed, please go to the emergency room or call 911.”

The concern in the woman’s voice touched her and she almost felt guilty for lying. Then realized she wasn’t completely lying. The bit about the dreams and holding on to her sanity was all truth. “I will.”

“Thank you for your service, Sarah.”

Her throat went tight. “You’re welcome,” she managed and hung up. She looked at Gavin. “Her last name is Davis.”

“What?”

“Brianne Davis.”

“You’re sure?”

“Pretty stinking sure.”

He nodded. “We’ll let Caden know. That’ll make his search go a little easier on his end.” He paused. Glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “You said you’re having a hard time holding on to your sanity. You’re not having suicidal thoughts, are you?” His voice was low and concerned.

She swallowed. “No, but . . . I can see why people who struggle with PTSD can be pushed over the edge to spiral into that pit.” She could feel his eyes on her. “I’m not there, Gavin, just saying I have an understanding of how it could happen.” Which made her wonder about Dustin. “I’m a reporter. An investigative reporter. I’ll do whatever it takes to find out about Dustin.” Whatever it takes.