Emma lay on the floor. Still. Always. Forever it felt like.

Something stirred. Deep inside. Small thing. Tiny spark. Anger maybe. Rage. Refusal.

She'd been lying here. Broken. Crying. Giving up. Waiting for rescue that might never come. Depending on Robert to see through lies. On police to not believe her forced words.

But what if they did believe? What if Daniel planned worked? What if everyone stopped searching?

Then what? Stay ...