The receptionist’s eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, Emerald thought she saw a flicker of doubt cross her features. But it was quickly replaced by a mask of indifference.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I’ll need to verify that,” the receptionist said, her tone bordering on dismissive.

Emerald reached into her purse and fumbled for her phone, her hands trembling with nerves. She quickly dialed Matthew’s number, praying that he would pick up.

After several agonizing rings, Matthew’s voice came through the line, “Baby?” she heard him say the moment he answered.

“Matthew, they are following me, the man is still outside,” she rattled in panic. Matthew, who was...