Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 77

Emma stayed at the park for a long time, thinking about many things—the past, the present, the future…

Though thinking about the future felt wrong. She didn’t even know if she had one.

By the time she stood up to go home, the sky had already grown dark. She checked her phone and saw it was already seven o’clock.

Her hands were a bit stiff as she opened the front door. She had walked all the way from the park, and it was freezing outside. Averton City had entered the deep chill of December.

Her car was still at the police station from her visit last week. Several days had passed, and Mr. Walsh, perhaps too busy, hadn’t brought it back for her yet.

As Emma changed her shoes, she decided she would just go to the station herself tomorrow and get the car. It was better to do it herself than to wait for someone else.

When she entered the house, Mrs. Alvarez was gone. Dinner was laid out on the table, but it looked like it had gone cold, as if it had been sitting there for a while.

She put down her purse and phone. As she took a few steps, the door to the upstairs study opened, and Evan emerged.

He wore a pair of thin, gold-rimmed glasses, a white sweater over a button-down shirt, and slacks. He looked composed and gentle as he stood at the second-floor railing, looking down at her.

“Tell me where you’ve been. Why are you just getting back?”

There was a smile on his face, and his tone wasn’t cold—it was almost gentle.

But the way he looked at her was strange, like a wolf admiring its prey right before the kill.

The odd comparison sent a shiver down Emma's spine.

Evan was already coming down the stairs. He slowly walked over to her, the smile on his face unwavering, betraying nothing.

“Well? I asked you a question.”

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