Morris Adams turned, his posture guarded.
Emma shut the door gently behind her, muffling the distant murmurs from upstairs.
"What are you really doing here?" she asked, voice low but sharp. "You're not just here to catch up with Derek and Darla… are you?"
Morris looked at her, trying to play it cool. "This isn't your business, Emma."
"It is my business," she said, stepping closer. "Jean is my business. She's more family to me than these people ever were."
Morris scoffed under his breath. "Don't get sentimental. That girl is a liability. She's never been one of us."
Emma flinched.
There it was again… the truth she'd tried so hard to ignore.
"You said she was just a pawn. That giving her to Tyler Dominic would benefit everyone," she whispered bitterly. "You told me to let it happen. Why? What do you get out of this?"
