EMMA's POV :

There was a lump in my throat that wouldn’t subside no matter how much I tried swallowing. My brain went running a hundred miles an hour and my body was rendered motor-less.

What could Zach possibly mean?

As if to answer my question, my phone chimed again. Zach had sent a photo attachment. With shaky hands, I tapped my phone to open the picture.

It was a photo of a black car parked in front of my house. The license plate showed Ian’s plate. It was ...