Evening had settled in by the time Emma packed up her dorm room. Her old duffel bag was stuffed with her things. She welcomed the time alone. It allowed her to think and sort out the news she had just heard. Had someone told her that Will would take down her arch nemesis, she would laugh at them. But in the same vein, she remembered how he had saved her from Maurice.
“Why can’t I figure him out?” she asked the room. “What does he really want from me?” She pondered this on the way back to the apartment. Will was an enigma, a riddle she would never be able to solve.
“Have you had a productive day, Miss Emma?” Jack asked as he loaded her bag into the car.
“I think so. It will be strange not coming back here. It feels like I’m leaving part of myself behind.”
“You have a new
