EMMY

Heart pounding, I stand in front of the door and press my index finger against the doorbell. Even the short walk from the car has left my hair and clothes soaked, raindrops clinging to my face.

I can do this, I tell myself again and again. That's the only reason I came here.

The next moment, the door swings open—and the devil herself stands before me.

"What are you doing here?" Gianna asks, looking like she’d love to slam the door in my face.

"I need to talk to you," I reply flatly.

"Mum and Dad aren't here."

I hadn’t planned for that...

"Where are they?"

She shrugs. "I...