Since hanging up the phone with Adam, Emily had not moved since sitting in the doorway.

Her whole face was white from the pain in her leg.

She bit her lip tightly, cold sweat pouring down her pale face. The whole person was somewhere between dizzy and awake, and the dimly lit entrance hall hid all her pain in it.

Her mobile phone rang and Emily glanced at the caller ID: Justin Wilson.

Emily turned her head, pushed the ringing sound off and leaned against the door, adjusting her breathing and letting the pain in her legs slowly ease.

Justin stood outside Emily's flat, but after ringing the doorbell for...