He asked, “What do you need from me?”
Emily seemed to exhale a weight she had carried for years.
“Consistency. Honesty. Patience. And no Madison. Not in calls, not in messages, not through friends, not as an explanation. Gone means gone.”
“She’s gone.”
Emily’s gaze sharpened slightly.
“Is she?”
“Yes.”
Before Mark could say more, Emily’s phone buzzed.
She glanced down.
Her face changed.
Not dramatically. Not enough that a stranger would notice.
But Mark noticed.
“What is it?” he asked.
She turned the phone facedown.
“Nothing.”
“Emily.”
She stood carefully.
“I need to go.”
“Did something happen with the girls?”
“They’re fine.”
But her voice had thinned.
Mark stood too, keeping distance.
“Then what happened?”
Emily looked at him for a long moment.
The wind lifted loose strands of hair around her face.
“I received something this morning,” she said.
“What?”
“A letter.”
His stomach tightened.
