Chapter 17
Forty-eight hours. Forty-eight hours since Jesse had kissed her good-bye and left. She had played the entire exchange in her head over and over, looking for any sort of clues. Had she missed something? If she tried to relive every second with Jesse since they arrived in New York, would she find a clue then? Were they both missing something?
Forty-eight hours.
Emma had never kept such a firm grip on her emotions. Her walls had walls. She put up layers and layers and layers, because she did not want Gideon to sense the fear weighing down her muscles, sitting heavy in her lungs, churning her stomach. Of course, she couldn’t really hide it. All he had to do was look at her—all she had to do was look at him. And they both knew. But that didn’t mean she wanted him to feel it.
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