Chapter 3

The thought made my stomach churn. I ran to the bathroom and dry-heaved over the sink, but nothing came up. When I washed my face, I stared at myself in the mirror. My face was pale, and my eyes were bloodshot.

Calm down, Emily. Calm down.

I told myself I needed to do a few things. First, check if anything was missing. Second, check for hidden cameras. Third, wait for Michael to come back and go to the police together.

I grabbed a fruit knife from the kitchen, held it tight, and started a full sweep of the apartment.

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