Emma’s POV
The air in my apartment was still and suffocating as I sat alone in the living room that night, trying to focus on the emails I’d left unanswered all day.
The laptop’s faint glow illuminated my face, but my thoughts were miles away, swirling with everything Jeff had said.
“And what about you? Are you safe Emma?”
Those words replayed in my head like a broken record, and I hated how much they rattled me.
Was I safe? Was this new life I’d carved out for the kids and me the answer? Or was I just running, dragging them along in a direction I wasn’t even sure of?
I closed my laptop with a sigh and rubbed my temples, the kids were asleep in their room, their soft breaths audible if I strained to listen. They were the reason I was doing this, the reason I had to be strong, even wh
