Morning light crept through the bedroom window. Cold. Gray. Empty.

Emma sat against the wall. Still dressed from yesterday. Hadn't slept. Couldn't sleep. Just waited.

Footsteps outside. Heavy. Familiar. Threatening.

The lock clicked. The door opened.

Daniel walked in carrying a tray. Breakfast. Eggs. Toast. Coffee.

Like nothing was wrong. Like this was normal. Like she wasn't his ...