But he stayed quiet.

He leaned closer and whispered:

“Mom… don’t move. I already called for help.”

“What did you say?” Ryan snapped.

“I said I love her.”

Claire reached into her purse.

“The notary is downstairs.”

Ryan grabbed my hand.

“You’re signing those papers, Emily. One way or another.”

But I wasn’t gone.

Not anymore.

I was waiting.

Five minutes later, someone knocked.

“That’s the notary,” Claire said.

The door opened.

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