Chapter 7

I thought nothing could surprise me anymore.

But the moment I heard the name Emily Foster, my fingers went numb, completely out of my control.

Last Friday, I worked overtime until ten that night.

Adam texted me, saying he was heading back to the old house to drop off some medicine for his parents.

He didn't get back until almost midnight.

I asked him why he was so late.

He said he got stuck in traffic.

But it wasn't traffic after all. He was actually there to register Emily's fingerprint for the door lock.

I turned to Adam. "Is there…