The home was enormous, and every one of its features screamed luxury. She didn't know where to start from. Surely it wouldn't take her a minute to get lost.
Emily wondered who the owner of the home was and why they had brought her there. She tried recollecting what happened before she passed out, but it only gave her a headache.
Deciding it was better to think about it later when she was no longer parched, she turned to the next room, pulled open the door, and went in.
It was a study. Like the rest of the house, it was luxurious, and Emily couldn't help but take an appreciative look. Her eyes caught sight of a jug of water on the table, and she walked towards it to get herself a glass. She had just raised the glass to her lips and was about to take a huge drink when her eyes met the picture on the desk.
It was a picture of her mother and a man, smiling brightly at the camera with two baby girls wrapped in pink blankets.
Her memory returned instantly, and the glass in her hand crashed to the ground.
Wasn't that the man who kidnapped her in the picture? Was this his house? Why was her mother in the picture?