Emma's POV

The door to the house opened with a soft sound as I pushed it. The night felt quieter than usual, and fatigue began to creep into my body after a long day. I had just closed the door when I saw something that made me stop for a moment, a figure of a man sitting near the front steps of the house, with his head bowed.

"Joseph?" I whispered, a surprised sound escaping my lips. It was indeed the man who had always bothered me but had disappeared again a few days ago. But tonight, he looked different. His face was pale and tired, and his gaze was...