Chapter 4
EmryEmry took a breath, clutching the tablet to her chest. Pashaal was reasonable, but most importantly, she enjoyed tooting her own horn. Give her a chance to be a hero, or look like a hero, and she’d grab it.
Two days ago, Emry received another anonymous message. No audio and no video, but she knew it was Gemma. She knew it. Call it a creepy twin thing, but she knew Gemma was in trouble. Calls to Earth had been pointless so far. The police weren’t interested in a grown-a*s woman vanishing from her own life, and their mutual friends seemed to think it was a “Gemma thing” to pick up and leave without a word.
Emry felt so helpless and frustrated. She kept screaming that Gemma was in trouble, and no one cared. How could no one care? Emry readily acknowledged that she wasn’t an e
