The next morning, Emma received a call from the police station. They wanted her to come in to see the man who had been stalking her. She felt her hands tremble at the thought. This man had put Tom in this situation. She looked down at Tom, who still lay still in the hospital bed as the sun cast long shadows through the blinds. His face was peaceful, but the sight of him connected to the machines and bandages tore at her heart. He had taken the fall for her, protecting her from a fate she shuddered to imagine. She should have been the one lying here if not for Tom.
“I’m going to the police station,” she told Margaret, who had been by her side since midnight taking turns with her to watch Tom. Margaret presence held her together, kept her from going crazy. She took her hands in her on inter
