Michael's POV
David's call came in just as I was about to leave the office. The urgency in his voice made my heart race.
"Michael, we need to talk about Emma," David said, not bothering with pleasantries. "Can you meet me right away?"
"Of course," I replied, already grabbing my keys. "Where?"
"Let's meet at the coffee shop near your place. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
I drove there, my mind swirling with worry and confusion. David was rarely this direct, and his tone suggested something serious.
When I arrived, David was already seated at a corner table, his expression grim. I sat down, my pulse quickening.
"What's going on, David?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
He leaned in, lowering his voice. "Emma's been getting cryptic messages. They've been threatening her, a
