Morning came too soon. Emily hadn’t slept. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the faint light filtering through the curtains, her body numb from fear and guilt. The photograph she saw last night still burned in her mind. There was no denying it now Mr Johnson knew. Or at least, he suspected enough to start digging.
Downstairs, she heard the sound of a coffee machine and the low hum of her husband’s voice on the phone. Calm. Collected. Like nothing had changed. That was the most terrifying part.
Emily fixed her hair, dabbed concealer under her tired eyes, and walked downstairs. Mr Johnson looked up from his tablet, smiling faintly. “Morning,” he said smoothly. “You’re up early.”
“Couldn’t sleep,” she replied, trying to soun
