*Emma POV*
After everyone left, I was mentally and physically drained. These past two weeks seemed to rush by faster than I had anticipated. I wanted to take a small nap. I had just laid on our bed when I heard a sudden knock on the door. Who was that? Didn't everyone leave? All that was left was, Hank, Tommy, and I. I was hesitant to answer it at first, but then the knock came again more insistent. So I took a deep breath and opened the door slightly. It was Gunther. Why is he here?
"Can I talk to you for a moment Emma?" he said nervously as he kept looking over his shoulder. I didn't like his demeanor at all. He made me feel uneasy. "What is it Gunther?" I say calmly even though I am anything but that. "Not out here. Can I come in?" he said strained. "I don't think that is a good idea
