Even he wasn’t sure if such a desolate, broken place could still house anyone.
But he had already searched everywhere else.
If she wasn’t here, then he truly didn’t know where Emily could be.
“Emily Carter, I don’t care if you’re still sulking or not—come out now, or I’ll really get angry.”
Daniel’s voice wasn’t loud, yet it carried a commanding force that made me shiver involuntarily.
When we were together, I had always feared his anger.
Every time he used such words to threaten me, I would instantly become obedient and compliant.
I never thought that even in death, those same words could still affect me.
But I could no longer appear before him in the form of the living.
And still, I despised myself. After all the harm he had done me, why did I still remember him?
From the very beginning, Daniel had approached me with a plan.
He deliberately drew near, stirred my heart, confessed to me—
all just to bring me back to the Miller family.
“My name’s Emily Carter. When my mom was pregnant, she loved peaches, so she named me Emmy.”
That was how I had introduced myself the first time we met, carefree and defenseless.
A few months later, he told me I was the long-lost daughter of the Miller family.