EMMETTE

"I’ve identified the body, sir," Abel muttered on the other end of the line. "It’s him."

He confirmed Salem’s death, and for some reason, panic clawed at my chest, followed by a sting of guilt.

I didn’t know what to say. I was loss for words, speechless even. We weren’t the best of friends. We were far from it, but still, I felt bad. I had promised to come back for him, and instead, I left him to die.

Annoyance simmered alongside the guilt, tangled with a storm of emotions I couldn’t fully unravel.

But above them all, anger stood tall. When I was supposedly died, he kidnapped Corrie...