Proof To Emily
I knew Emily needed to see the evidence for herself. “Em, look at this,” I urged, handing over the stack. Her hands trembled as she flipped through each page, her face draining of color. “Oh my God, Luke… this is disturbing,” she whispered. For the first time, genuine fear crossed her face. At last, she understood why I had locked the door. Sarah’s well-being demanded that we take this seriously.
Proof To Emily
Talking It Out
Later that night in the living room, I spread the drawings out for Emily once again. “We have to protect her,” I said firmly. Emily nodded, her expression grim. “We can’t dismiss this, Luke. I’m sorry I doubted you,” she admitted softly. The weight of her words lingered, and our focus shifted completely. The time for brushing things aside was over—we needed a plan to keep Sarah safe.
Talking It Out
