"I want you to get out of your house now, Emma. Go to Fontana and I'll meet you there."
"Yes, I will. I will go to the police station first to file a case. Wait for my call," Emma said before she ended the call. I know Emma is not in good condition and my worry is increasing up.
'See you at four o'clock besides Unity Bank. Don't ever call me. And don't tell Grant that I asked for your help.'
That was a text message I received from Emma which makes my worries valid. First, she texted me that she was in a meeting but then called me while sobbing half an hour after. She's in danger and I have to do something before it's too late.
"Here's the soup you requested," Greta spoke that cuts my thoughts about Emma. She was standing at the door holding a tray of soup and a glass of water
