THE CLOCK IS TICKING
Emily stared at the text, Margaret’s words slicing through her like a blade.
"This isn’t over, darling."
Her fingers curled around the phone, her pulse roaring in her ears.
She could feel James watching her, waiting. His body was tense, wound tight like he was already planning their next move.
Then, without thinking, she grabbed her coat.
James blocked her path.
"Where the hell do you think you’re going?"
Emily met his gaze, her eyes burning with fury.
"To find her."
James exhaled sharply, his jaw clenching.
"She wants you to come to her," he muttered.
Emily didn’t care.
"She has Olivia."
That made him pause.
Just for a second.
Then, before she could react, James grabbed her car keys and yanked them away.
"Not without a plan."
Emily’s chest tightened.
