Emily’s POV

I texted Jackson from the garden because nowhere in the house was safe. It was the one place where the cameras had a blind spot.

I had quietly mapped every camera angle over the past two weeks, without showing it.

He replied in four minutes.

Tomorrow noon, at the Meridian Gallery on 61st. Noon.

I deleted the text and went back inside, then helped Maria set the table for dinner.

I smiled a lot at her, and assisted her. Yet I felt nothing except the constant him of a ...