Chapter 25 The Eye Of The Storm
- Emma didn’t flinch as she stared at the message glowing on her screen.
- You’re next, sweetheart.
- Her knuckles tightened around the phone. For one chilling second, the world around her seemed to freeze—the soft coo of the twins on the monitor, the hum of the night wind through the trees, the faint ticking of the antique clock on the mantel. All of it faded beneath the deafening thud of her heart.