Chapter 7 The Pleas And Emmanuella

• Rebecca’s POV
• As I walked into the restaurant, I saw the way he looked at me, like he had seen his queen approaching. His eyes lit up, and I could feel his gaze linger, drinking in every detail as though I were something precious he’d lost and just found again. I could tell he loved what he saw. But if he thought I liked what I saw, he deceived himself.
• The man sitting across from me was nothing more than a shell of who I once knew. A man who killed my mother would never look good in my eyes, no matter how sharp his suit or how well he cleaned up.