C7 Chapter 7

Emma’s fingers fidgeted with the edge of her sweater as she sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the floor. Her stomach churned with anxiety, a tight knot of fear that refused to loosen. She could hear her stepmother pacing back and forth in the living room, the sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor sending shivers down Emma’s spine.

Mrs. Tamela had been quiet all morning