Emma sat up in bed, staring at her phone in disbelief.
Serena’s voice still echoed in her head—“I’m being arrested. Please come to my apartment. Take Amy and stay with her until I sort this out. Also call the contact I’m sending to you.”
She threw her blanket aside and jumped out of bed, her heart racing.
“This can’t be happening,” she muttered, pulling open her wardrobe and grabbing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt.
Her hands trembled as she struggled to get dressed, her mind spinning with worry for both Serena and little Amy.
Before heading out to her living room, Emma grabbed her phone again and dialed Ethan’s number.
He answered on the second ring, his voice groggy with sleep.
“Hey, babe… what’s wrong? It’s late. Aren’t you sleeping yet? Do you want me to tuck you to bed?” He
