The Forgotten Heiress Who Took It All Back
She begged, then—quick, practiced—“Did something happen? Please, tell me. I’m so scared.”
I didn’t answer. I hauled her back to the Moretti house and threw her onto the carpet. The video still looped on the screen behind us; the grainy images made the room feel smaller, colder. Her smile faded as she looked around, the first real fear searing through her.
Michael rose like a man on a wire, every line of his face shadowed. He looked as if he might strike her where she lay.
“Where did you go, Emily?” Michael asked, his voice low and hard, grief braided with something far darker.