Emma burst through the door. Not knocking. Not waiting. Not caring.

The house. Her old prison. Familiar. Hateful. Unchanged.

And there. Sitting in the living room. Calm. Comfortable. Victorious.

Daniel.

Glass of whiskey in hand. Amber liquid swirling. Face relaxed. Smile playing at his lips.

Like he'd been waiting. Like he'd known she'd come. Like everything was going exactly as planned.

"Emma." He ...