Chapter Sixty Three

Placing her bag on the counter, Emma's fingers quivered as she retrieved her phone, her heart thumping wildly. She hesitated for a moment, then typed out a message to Damien, her thoughts racing. It was no longer just about uncovering secrets; now, her safety was at stake.

After a quick shower, Emma slipped into her pajamas, her mind still consumed by worry.

Languishing restlessly atop her bed, Emma struggled to lull herself into a deep slumber, battling against a gnawing sense of unease. Time seemed to blur as she lay awake, her mind consumed by trepidation. Just as the first rays of sunlight crept through her open blinds, Emma succumbed to exhaustion, drifting into a fitful sleep.

Abruptly woken by the sun's rays, Emma groaned in annoyance and sat up, her hand reaching for the knife that she had cautiously placed on the bedside table the night before. Letting out a sigh of relief that she hadn't accidentally injured herself, she slipped on her fluffy pink slippers and headed to the