There was always something to ruin the moment. The message made her stomach turn. Her blood turned to ice, and she wanted to throw up. She sat up in bed and furiously replied.
What do you want? How did you get my number?
A response came quickly.
We need to talk. Meet me on Saturday. The Hotel Belmont, Room 719. 3pm.
No, Emma typed back. Grace was crazy. Why was she doing this? I won’t go.
You better come. It’s about Will and his family.
Emma didn’t reply. This is stupid, she thought. Grace was not in her corner and nothing good could possibly come from meeting up with her. But her curiosity was getting the better of her. Nobody knew about Will and his family better than Grace.
“f**k,” she groaned. “Why is this my life?” Whenever she let herself believe th
