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She shook her thoughts off, trying to pry away any memory of Nathaniel. She looked at her son again who continued speaking. "The Man in the suit from your drawer, Mommy. We found you looking at his photo once and you seemed sad. Emma said that he is our real Daddy. She searched for him online and she knew he would be there in the airport today. So, she went to bring him home.” For a moment, Elara forgot how to breathe, as everything around her seemed to fall silent. *** Hey my darling readers! How was the chapter? So, we finally know who Emma is now. Let's see what happens next.

Emma stuttered as she held onto Mila like she was holding on dear life. "Shhh... he didn't do it, you're safe now," Mila whispered and wiped her tears. Emma started to feel dizzy and soon enough her eyes began to close. "Em... Emma, no no! Come on! Open your eyes!" Mila's eyes widened when Emma passed out. Mila picked up Emma and put her on the bed. She started to clean her body from the smell of the puke and pulled her pants back up. Emma was extremely thin that Mila could lift her up easily without any kind of effort. Mila could feel Emma's bones when she picked her up. Even the few pounds she gained at New Jersey were not enough.

he said quickly. “She needs to know her mark is healthy and fully hers and that she has access to a Luna mediation program run by someone who understands exactly what she carries,” Nova said. “That’s all.” She held his gaze. “Just her name.” A long pause. “Emma,” he said. “Emma Greer. She’s in Portland.” Nova nodded once and walked out. In the corridor, Cassidy fell into step beside her. They walked in silence for a moment. “Nineteen years,” Cassidy said. “I know,” Nova said. “We find her first.” “We find her first,” Nova agreed.  [End of Chapter 11]

She took a breath and exhaled slowly. "Was this a cruel twist of fate?" ***The sound of heels echoed through the corridor of the emergency room. Emma was restless about the upcoming encounter with the woman. What worried her now was that the woman was aware of her entire life, so why hadn't she kept her promise to let her live her life away from her? She had already used her enough when she was an innocent child, unable to defend herself. Every time she thought of her, it reminded her of the habits she had acquired just to meet her expectations, habits that were now a part of her life and impossible to forget, although she thought that a large part of it is who she is today. She arrived with

She had replied, before winking at him and walking away with Eva, Shane and Clem. The house, being already cleaned and tidied up made Emma more relaxed, seeing that the evidence of the break in had been erased completely from her home; the tardiness and disarray were all gone. And that Derek was also with her. She waited in her room, reading one of Sydney Sheldon's novel, 'master of the game', as he tried to prepare something for her to eat. She had told him some minutes ago, that she was hungry; and he hadn't let her cook for herself.

I passed everything I found back to Matthew, who used the information to sabotage the company in ways no one could trace. But then, I met Emma. Emma was just another worker in the office back then, quiet and unassuming. At first, I didn’t pay much attention to her, but over time, I started noticing the little things. The way she stayed late to finish work no one else wanted to do, the way she always greeted people with a smile even when she was clearly exhausted, the way her eyes held a sadness she tried to hide. “She’s nobody,” Matthew said dismissively when I mentioned her once, “Focus on the mission.”

I am not as good at keeping track of locations like she is so there will be none of that with my entry’s, but I am sure you will be able to keep up with me either way. It came as a shock to me that Emma transferred so much money into my account. I was touched that she would do such a thing for me and because of it I was able to quit my job and focus fully on getting vengeance for her. I moved into the house that Millie and given her. I have been transferring all Emma’s belongings from the cabin to the house I think she would have wanted me too.

There's something beautiful and emotional about passing off a portion of your life. I will cover the cash, as I promised. " Just order me what I need." Ema felt a sense of purpose grow stronger as Marcus began to take notes and, subsequently, make calls. She knew it was just the beginning. There would be many more, and New York's environment would become more like her fantasy with each passing day. She thought of Amelia and the life she may have had if she had stayed in Seattle. Ema understood it was a house of cards made up of the Lannerts' fabrications and denials. And, very soon, Ema would fly it and destroy everything.

Dearest gentle reader, you must think that the journey is over, but that is not quite so. You see, our world is full of stories that are intertwined with fate and mystery, and because of that, one can never say that a story is finished, because with the end of one, begins another. I must be boring you out of your mind (laughs hysterically) don't mind me, but please, allow me to introduce you to Emma. EMMA’s POV Fuck her, truly.

Emma stared blankly at the lines of text, lost amidst accounts of cannibalism stretching from the colonial era to modern day Canada. Christ, how strong is this thing? Emma sighed, wishing her father was there to answer. Continuing to page through, she paused to readjust the strap around her shoulder. Her eyes widened when her hand brushed against the gunmetal, the rifle’s broken twin suddenly a beacon. Oh God . . . that’s not your tombstone. You were trying to show me his.