Caught

The next day, after we woke up, Ina and I decided that we were going to get to the bottom of everything. We knew we had to act quickly and decisively. As we started our day, we kept a close watch on Emma, waiting for the right moment to make our move.

We didn't have to wait long. By mid-morning, we saw Emma leaving the house. Suspecting she might be up to something, we decided to follow her. Disguised in costume masks to avoid being recognized, we tailed her discreetly as she made her way through the city.

Emma eventually stopped at a small, inconspicuous restaurant. We followed her inside, keeping a safe distance. From our concealed vantage point, we watched as she took a seat in a secluded corner. To our surprise, she wasn’t alone for long. Two people soon joined her, and Ina gasped softly when she recognized them.

“It’s my Stepmom and Martin,” she whispered, her eyes wide with shock. They looked ragged and scattered, their appearances a stark contrast to the suave personas they onc