Emma left the house at precisely 5:30, giving the new nanny final instructions before stepping out.
Her daughter, Erica, was in capable hands, and the cameras installed throughout the house gave her some semblance of comfort.
Still, leaving Erica wasn't easy, but Emma reminded herself why she was doing this. It was for her daughter, for the miracle that had saved her life.
At exactly 6:00, Emma arrived at the Autumn Palms Hotel.
She had reserved a private dining room and ordered an assortment of dishes for her guest.
The table was lavishly set, but Emma barely noticed. Her heart pounded with apprehension, a knot of dread tightening in her chest.
She didn't want to be here, but she had no choice. Erica meant everything to her, and she would do anything—anything—to protect her.
By the time the clock struck 7:00, Ross entered the hotel.
