Chapter Six
Emma
If Preston was going to ignore me, the least I could do was pretend it didn’t bother me. When he came up from the basement and walked through the kitchen, I busied myself on my phone until the back door opened and shut. Looking to make sure he was gone, I turned to Mrs. Walker. “Do you need any help with breakfast?”
She waved me off and laughed. “Sweetheart, no. I’ve been doing this for years. I can cook with my eyes closed. Thank you though.”
“You’re welcome. But I’m right here if you need me.” I was going to miss her when we went back to Charlotte. Glenn employed different people everywhere we went. The newspaper was on the kitchen table and my stomach dropped when I saw yet another murder in the area. “Mrs. Walker, did you see this?”
She turned around, squinting fr
