Emily Harper
My heart was still rampaging inside me as Rye and I made our way back from the orphanage to the office. Despite the vigor he had shown earlier, there was an expression of concern written all over his face. I had told him that there was nothing to worry about and that I was alright, but that couldn't be any further from the truth.
I wasn't alright. Not a teensy bit alright. My mind raced with flashes of the pictures I had received earlier. Who had sent those pictures? What did they mean? Am I in danger? Alarm went throughout my nerves, sending shivers all over my body. Damn, I need my prescription pills, I thought as I chided myself for forgetting to place the bottle inside my bag.
Mr. Davis, the CEO of the foundation, had arranged a premium car service to drive us back to
