Fourteen

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They had both left the café and gone to visit Emma’s mother in the hospital after that, finally getting good news after so long. She was told that surgery had been set and would happen in the coming week. Emma was elated and grateful to hear that.

She bid Amy goodbye before taking a cab back to Rowan’s penthouse apartments. She slipped the black card into the hidden port in the elevator that took her straight to the last floor. She entered inside expecting to be alone but got the shock of her life when someone rose from the counter and said, “Hello, ma'am.”

“Oh my god!” Emma shrieked, with her hands quickly clutched to her chest to calm her frantic beating heart.

“Oh, my, I didn’t mean to scare you, dear. I’m Rosita, the maid”. The older woman explained immediately. She was a middle-aged woman who looked like she was in her fifties, and she had a small, notable Latino accent, as she was small in stature with grey lined dark hair and kind brown eyes.

“Hi, my name is Emma smith.