CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Emma staggered back to her sitting room as she glanced around her apartment. There was nothing that could have prepared her for the damages she saw. Her heart was pounding furiously against her chest and she was quivering with fright. She suddenly felt dizzy as memories flitted into her mind.

This time, she wasn't a young detective, but a young child. She had just returned from her best friend's apartment which was next door and her parent's sitting room was in ruins. It was her thirteenth birthday, and she was not prepared to witness the most traumatic experience of her life. She remembered walking in and freezing at the sight of blood. She remembered calling out to them, shaking from the blood all over the wall.

She remembered the voices. They echoed in her mind like it was just a few hours ago that she heard them. She recalled the anger, the wave of fear that washed over her as the voice thundered. And now, she felt like she was living that night all over again.

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