Since she'd been translating Dylan's documents lately, she knew that his new project was in Country A. In fact, it was in Puxgow, which was where she'd lived in Country A.
That was not the point.
The point was that on the night that she'd sold herself in exchange for money for her brother and mother's operation, she'd bit the man's shoulder hard because it had hurt too much. According to the woman who'd brought her there, the lights in the room had to remain off at all times, so they'd done the deed in the dark.
She couldn't see who he was, but she knew that she'd bit him on the right shoulder.
Was it a coincidence?
She couldn't help taking a step back.
Could there really be such a coincidence?
Emily had also learned another thing when translating. Two months ago, Dylan had gone to
