Chapter 12

(Emelda's POV)

It was almost an hour, but Jonathan and Bryan's conversation intensified with every minute.

I had tried to fall asleep earlier but the thundering noise echoing through the walls hindered me.

I paced around the bedroom, trying to piece together the fragments of information I had.

Jonathan seemed to be in charge, but was he the one controlling Bryan? And if so, why? Was it because of me? And why are they talking and shouting about a blocked card?

As I pondered these questions, I finally heard the argument in the living room come to an abrupt end, followed by the sound of the front door slamming shut.

I froze, wondering if Bryan had left.

Cautiously, trying to avoid the creaking sound of the wooden door, I opened the bedroom door, peering out into the living room. It was empty. Bryan had left, and Jonathan was nowhere to be found.

I stood there, my heart racing. I felt so lost, so alone. I didn’t know what was happening, or what my place in all of this was.

Was