I'd been resting in my office for a little while when another message from Noah pinged on my phone.
Noah: [Emma, are you awake?]
I quickly wrapped up the work I had on hand and headed straight for Noah's hospital room.
When I walked in, he was in the middle of eating breakfast.
I spoke up first, "Noah, did you need something?"
The second he saw me walk in, he set down the congee in his hand, and all the tension melted off his face. "Emma, I just got a call from the police. They caught Diaia."
Ever since he'd heard what Diaia had done, he'd been stuck in a constant funk, and every time he looked at me, his eyes were heavy with worry.
Only now, with the news of Diaia's arrest, did he finally loosen up. "You're safe now."
He was the one laid up in a hospital bed, for Pete's sake, but
