Bennet's POV

　　My eyes scanned the pages, but my mind wasn't on the numbers and statistics. I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in my stomach since Emma's disappearance. I kept thinking about her bright smile, her infectious laugh, and her sparkling eyes.

　　I rubbed my temples, trying to focus on the task at hand. But my thoughts kept drifting back to Emma. Where was she? Was she safe? Was she thinking of me too?

　　My office door ...