When she arrived, her face fell. I realized she knew. “Emily, please…” she began, but I interrupted her. “You lied to me.”
“It’s not what you think!” she cried, panic piercing her voice. But I persisted, showing her the notes, the documents.
There was a flash in her eyes, a glimmer of fear. Then she cried out, “You don’t understand! It was for your own good!”
Before I could answer, the doorbell held, an unexpected interruption. My heart pounding, I rushed to the door and found a delivery man, a package addressed to Liam in his hand. Trembling, I took it inside and placed it on the table, next to the scattered papers.
