Emma's POV

Mr. Preston walked further, and I took in a deep breath. I had never asked him for money before, but here I was, about to do it. My heart raced as our eyes met. For a moment, everything else seemed to fade. I forced a smile, trying to hide the anxiety building in my chest as he walked closer.

"Is there a problem, dear?" he asked, his voice smooth, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes.

I nodded slowly, the words I'd rehearsed in my mind suddenly feeling heavier. "Can I see you, ...