Se connecterThe man was dressed in a suit, and he had on sunglasses. He was tall, fit, and had a buzz-cut of black hair. He looked like he was in his late thirties. He led the path for Emma, and she followed behind as he opened the door.A little boy waited by the door, clutching a small nylon bag.The butcher’s shop smelled of salt and fresh blood. Thick meat hung from iron hooks along the wall; their surfaces were glossy under the dim yellow bulbs. Behind the counter, rows of wooden boards were lined with smaller cuts — ribs stacked neatly, minced meat pressed into trays, and a bowl of bones pushed to one side.A fan hummed lazily above, too slow to chase away the smell.The butcher, a broad man with a stained apron, looked up from his loud chopping. He wore a cap, and he had a strong gaze on his face — the kind that looked like he had never smiled a day in his life. It did look like it was meant to be scary because little kids were afraid of him, and even adults couldn’t mess up when he was ne
Emma couldn’t go back to the company because she was scared the man would come back. What would he do next? she wondered as she sat in the corridor, her hands trembling slightly. The doctor had told her that afternoon that her mother would be discharged tomorrow. The thought terrified her. How was she supposed to protect her family now? That man would target them again.“You should go home. It’s getting late,” Alice said the moment Emma stepped into the room. Luke hadn’t been back since he left that afternoon, and she had given him his space.“No. I should stay here.”“You have a job, Emma. I’m fine. Go back home. I’ll call you if anything happens.”Emma raised a brow. “You promise?”“Yes. I’ll call you. And hey, don’t put too much mind on Luke. He’ll come around.”Emma shook her head, her lips tightening. “I deserve this hatred. I should have told them before I left. If I were in his position, I’d feel the same way. I just hope one day he finds it in his heart to forgive me.”That ni
The words made Emma freeze. She knew he would want this, but she didn’t think it would be this early.“What do you think?” he asked again.“That is a good idea,” She said instantly.“Really?” He was taken aback.She nodded. She had no idea what she was doing, but something came to her. If she got closer to the Queens, it meant protection. It meant Ezra would protect her and Zoe. “Yes.”He heaved a sigh of relief. “I was scared you wouldn’t approve, since you want Zoe to stay away from the spotlight.”“I still want that.” She held his hand tightly. “But I also want her to be known by your family.”“Well, you know if my family gets to know, it means my mother won’t shut up about it.”Emma chuckled softly. “I know that about Josie. You know what—” she took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. “How about we do this after Zoe’s fourth birthday?”His brow lifted. “You mean I can break the news then? Zoe will be happy.”She smiled faintly. “Yes.”He nodded slowly. “Okay, that will work. But
The next morning, Emma went back to her new apartment in the Upper East Side to take a bath and get freshly dressed. She had slept at the hospital to look after her friend, and each minute, her mind raced. Each time the wind blew at the curtains, brushed the blinds, or rattled the door, her heart grew restless. She kept thinking the man would come back but none of that happened. Not even a phone call or a text. Her phone and Phoebe’s had both been turned off.She finally turned it on after dressing up and there was no message. Just three missed calls from Ezra. She sighed. Zoe. She hadn’t found the time to check on her, but deep down, she trusted Ezra would handle everything just fine.When she got to the office, she greeted everyone like she normally did. As she walked into her office, Susan hurried after her and stopped her just before she sat.“You came in late. Rough night?”Emma sighed as she sank into her chair. “Sort of. I got home safe, I just overslept,” she lied. The truth w
The elevator chimed, and Heather entered with a bag of packed homemade food. Ezra had gotten Zoe ready for school and was making breakfast when he heard the elevator. He was not expecting anyone, so when he put down the napkin on the table he said to Zoe, “I will be right back.” He left the kitchen and was shocked to see who was there. “Heather?” he called, surprised. He sized her up, still wondering why she was at his home.“Hey, Ezra,” she said with a smile, but her eyes moved around the room as if searching for something. “It is nice to see you again.”He had a look of curiosity and shock on his face. “And to what do I owe the visit?”Heather raised the bag she held. “Auntie wanted me to give you this. It is freshly prepared.”His hands rested on his hips. “And why would my mother send you over here to give me this?”Heather shrugged, pretending she had nothing to hide. She had visited Josie earlier that morning and suggested the maid make food for Ezra because she was worried he m
Emma burst into the hospital that evening, her heart pounding as she searched for where her friend had been taken. The nurse guided her to the room where Phoebe lay. She stopped in front of the door, took a shaky breath, and pushed it open. The soft click as it closed behind her seemed to echo through the quiet room.Her back pressed against the door, hands covering her mouth as her eyes filled with tears. Phoebe lay still on the bed—eyes closed, face pale, skin drained.The beeping of the heart monitor filled the silence as Emma walked closer, her chest tightening. She sat beside the bed and took her friend’s hand, the one that wasn’t wrapped in bandages.“Oh, Phoebe…” Her voice trembled. “I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. If I hadn’t stolen from him back then, we wouldn’t be here.”She tried to hold it in, but her tears fell anyway. Her shoulders shook as guilt tore through her. Then the door opened. Emma quickly wiped her face and stood, turning to see the doctor step in.“She’s







