Emma called that evening, her voice as calm as ever. « Did you meet with him? » she asked. « I did, » I replied, waiting for her to offer more. But she remained silent, letting the moment stretch between us. « Emma, why now? » I asked, breaking the silence. « What aren’t you telling me? » There was a pause, then she sighed. « I just want to make sure you’re taken care of, » she said softly. Her words were meant to be reassuring, but they only added to my unease. « Taken care of? » I echoed, trying to grasp her meaning. « In case something happens, » she added, her voice barely above a whisper. The conversation ended shortly after, leaving me with more questions than answers. That night, I lay awake, the weight of the document pressing against my mind like a physical burden. Emma’s behavior was out of character, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was preparing for something I wasn’t aware of.
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