Chapter 388
- The back of Emily's head throbbed slightly, the image of the child replaying in her mind incessantly.
- She rubbed her temples, then rose to start her morning routine, washing up and applying makeup.
- After that, she glanced at the time: eleven-thirty in the morning. Emily adjusted her purse and headed out the door, intending to hail a cab, but a sleek black car pulled up elegantly in front of her.