Theodore, as always, remained calm. “I wouldn’t come looking for you if it wasn’t important.”
He held out a dust bag. “I found your purse. Everything is still inside, including your phone. I don’t know if anything is missing, you’ll have to check for yourself.”
Emma took it and did a quick scan. Everything seemed to be there.
“I don’t have your number, and the shop is busy during the day. Nighttime was the only chance I had,” he explained, a note of weary resignation in his voice. “Besides, he’s always with you, and my showing up wouldn’t make him happy.”
“You have my brother’s number, don’t you? Why did you have to bring it to me personally?”
An even more helpless expression crossed Theodore’s face. “I only have his domestic number, not his international one. And he’s not in the country right now.”
“You could have dropped it off at the Wellness Center!” she retorted. She was there every single day.
This time, his weariness was tinged with a bitter smile. “And what would I have told them? Whose bag is this? Why do I have your purse, your phone, your wallet? Should I have told them you’re my ex-wife?”
“That’s enough!” Emma cut him off.
He nodded. “The police recovered it. They tried to call you, but your phone was off. So they contacted me, and I brought it back for you.”
“The police trust you that much?” Emma scoffed.
“Yes. I told them you were my ex-wife. I even have the divorce certificate to prove it,” he said with a half-smile.
Emma didn’t believe him for a second. “Save it. As if the police would hand over property to an ex-husband.”

Just as his silhouette vanished, a voice cut through the darkness. “He’s long gone. Still watching?”
“I…” Emma startled as Sebastian emerged from the shadows, his face a mask of displeasure.
“I wasn’t watching him,” she said, trying to explain.

Emma didn’t resist as he took the bag and began pulling out its contents—her purse, her wallet, her phone.


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