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INTERVIEW

SARA DONOGHUE

May 9, 2017

ASHFORD: Miss Donoghue. I think it’s time we talk about Miranda.

SARA: What about her?

ASHFORD: You tore a page out of your written statement before you gave it to us.

Sara chews on her lip, looks away.

SARA: I just—made some mistakes.

ASHFORD: We have the page, Sara.

Sara looks up. At first her expression is startled, and then it shifts into something else—anger, jagged and raw.

SARA: Who gave it to you?

ASHFORD: Sara—

SARA: Who was it? It was in my room. In my private things. No one should have been in there.

ASHFORD: It’s not important right now. What is important—

SARA: It is important. I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m done talking.

Sara stands.

ASHFORD: Sara...

She walks to the door. Grabs the knob. It doesn’t turn.

SARA: I want to leave.

ASHFORD: Sara, you need to sit down.

SARA: I want to leave. You can’t keep me here.

ASHFORD: We need to talk about Miranda.

SARA: Miranda is dead.

ASHFORD: I know.

SARA: She died in the dark.

ASHFORD: No. She didn’t. And you know that, Sara. What I want to know is why you’re lying about it.

Facing the door, Sara presses her fingertips against her face, digging them against her cheekbones. She whispers to herself, almost too quietly for the microphone to pick up.

SARA: Miranda died in the dark. She died in the dark. She died—

ASHFORD: All right. That’s enough for now. Please sit down.

SARA: Why is the door locked, Dr. Ashford?