로그인For one second I couldn't breathe. Daniel's eyes were fixed on mine, and I could feel the whole hallway waiting, Mom's breath, Dad's heavy stillness, the creak of the banister where Lily gripped it too tight. *Think, Emma. Don't give him the truth, and don't give him a lie he can pick apart. Give him something that makes him look at himself.*I let my eyes go wide, and then I let them fill. It wasn't hard. I'd been holding the tears back for a whole day, and they came up easily, hot and shining."Nobody told me anything," I said, and my voice wobbled in a way that wasn't entirely fake. "I looked up the company name last night. It was printed on the first page. And there were reviews, Daniel, people saying they'd lost money and that the owner just disappeared. I got scared, so I moved my savings somewhere safe. That's all.""That's all," he repeated flatly."Yes. And I told Dad about it, because I didn't know what else to do." I sniffed and wiped my cheek with the back of my hand. "But
My heart was pounding, but my feet were steady. I came down the stairs one step at a time, with the blue folder held against my chest, and I made sure Daniel could watch every second of it. Mom stood frozen by the coat rack, one hand pressed to her mouth. Dad had come out of the kitchen and stopped beside her, his jaw set like stone, and I felt something warm settle at my back. *I'm not alone this time.* "Good morning, Daniel," I said, as sweetly as I could. "You're up early." "Don't play games with me." His voice shook with anger. "Where's the money, Emma? The transfer bounced. Marcus has been waiting for it since nine, and now he's standing in your house looking like an idiot." "What transfer?" His mouth opened, then shut. For one second he looked like a man who'd stepped on a stair that wasn't there, and I almost smiled. "The investment," he said slowly. "The one you agreed to. You promised, Emma. You said you'd sign." "I said I'd think about it. And I did." I tilted my head
I ate every bite of that tiramisu. I laughed at Daniel's jokes and let him feed me a spoonful from his fork, and the whole time I felt like a puppet with someone else's hand up my back. When he paid the bill, I even leaned my head on his shoulder in the car, because I knew he liked it, and because he had no idea my phone was recording the whole drive in my bag. "Think about it tonight, okay?" he said when he pulled up in front of my house. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, soft as a prayer. "I really believe in this, Em. For us." "I will," I said. "I promise." He kissed my forehead. I got out, waved until his car turned the corner, and then I stood on the front step with my face burning, scrubbing the spot with my sleeve like I could wipe him off my skin. *Twenty hours. Move.* I ran up the stairs two at a time and shut my bedroom door. The first thing I did was call the bank, and the woman who answered had the cheerful, bored voice of someone who'd said the same sentence t
I took the pen. My fingers were steady, and I couldn't believe it. Two years of fear had taught me how to keep my hands still while my whole body screamed, and I had never been more grateful for a skill I wished I'd never learned. "Thirty-one thousand," I said softly, and let my eyes go wide and a little scared, the way the old Emma would have done. "Daniel, that's everything I have. Every single dollar." "I know, I know." He leaned in, squeezing my free hand across the table. His palm was damp and I fought the urge to pull away. "That's why it matters. It shows we're serious about our future. Marcus says the returns could triple in six months." "Triple?" I put a hand to my chest. "Wow. That sounds amazing." His shoulders relaxed. I saw it happen, the tiny drop of tension, the smile growing into something greedy and warm. *He thinks he has me.* My stomach rolled, but I kept going. "But my dad would kill me if I signed something without reading it first," I said, and gave a nervou
I looked away before he could catch me. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it over the engine, so I turned my face to the window and pretended to be very interested in a man walking a fat beagle. In the glass, I could still see the phone lighting up in the cup holder, buzzing once, twice, three times against the plastic. At the red light, Daniel picked it up. I watched his reflection while he read, and I saw his jaw tighten, just slightly, the way it did when someone asked him something he didn't want to answer. He typed back with his thumb, fast and annoyed, then dropped the phone into his jacket pocket and put his hand on my knee like nothing had happened. "Sorry, work stuff," he said. "My boss never sleeps." "It's fine," I said. *Work stuff. Your boss sends you messages with her name on them? You always lied so smoothly, Daniel. Why did I never see it?* I let out a slow breath through my nose and smiled at him, a small, soft smile, the one the old Emma would
I took the stairs slowly, one hand on the rail, because I didn't trust my legs. The smell of onions and butter got stronger with every step, and by the time I reached the bottom my eyes were already stinging. Mom was at the stove with her back to me, wearing the green apron with the burn mark on the pocket. She was humming off key like always, flipping a pancake with a fork because she could never find the spatula. I stood in the doorway and just looked at her. The last time I saw her, there had been screaming and smoke and no time to say anything at all. Dad was at the table with the newspaper held up in front of his face, his reading glasses pushed up on his forehead where he'd forget them for an hour. Lily sat across from him picking blueberries out of a bowl, one at a time, like nothing in the world could ever go wrong. "There she is," Dad said, lowering the paper. "Sleeping Beauty. We were about to send a search party." I didn't answer. I crossed the kitchen in four steps and







