My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 29

The boy from last night—Jacob Gates.

What Emily never expected was just how quickly the Lane family would move.

When she rushed to school that morning, the front office told her Jacob Gates hadn’t shown up. He was already in the process of transferring out, and wouldn’t be coming back.

The police tracked down a phone number for Jacob Gates’s family and called. The person who answered stammered, clearly uncomfortable.

“It’s nothing, really. He just wanted to transfer, so we’re transferring him. There’s nothing more to ask. Jacob doesn’t know anything. Please don’t contact us again.”

The call was abruptly disconnected.

Emily Blair stood there, stunned.

Jacob was a senior, just like her—mere weeks from graduation. Who would transfer schools at a time like this? Any normal student would be settling in, focused on finals.

The sudden transfer, and his family’s odd, evasive attitude.

If it involved Amelia Lane, it could only mean the Lane family had intervened.

Emily’s eyes squeezed shut, a wave of cold dread washing over her.

She always knew she was insignificant to the Lanes, but she never imagined they’d act so brazenly.

A female officer suddenly reached out and held her trembling hand. “Ms. Blair, are you alright? Your hand’s shaking.”

Emily shook her head, feeling lost. “I need to find someone. Can you just wait for me a little longer?”

As soon as she left the police station, Emily pulled out her phone and called Andrew Lane.

No one else could have acted so quickly—no one but Andrew.

The phone rang endlessly, until Emily was about to hang up.

Finally, the line clicked, but it wasn’t Andrew Lane who answered. It was his assistant.

“Ms. Blair, Mr. Lane is in a meeting and can’t take your call right now. If you need anything, you can tell me and I’ll pass it on.”

Andrew let out a low, mocking laugh. “Emily Blair, you need to know when to stop.”

“When to stop?” Emily closed her eyes, her heart aching. “I’m giving those words right back to you.”

There was shuffling on the other end, then Isabella Austin’s voice chimed in.

“Emily, I know girls your age can be impulsive, but you can’t do things that’ll harm your reputation or your health. Whatever it is, you can wait until graduation.”

“Andrew’s just looking out for you.”

If Isabella’s tone hadn’t been so laced with smugness and barely disguised glee, maybe Emily would’ve believed her.

She didn’t bother responding. She simply hung up.

Jacob might be transferring, but it had only been half a day—there was no way he could’ve moved out so quickly.

Emily had just gotten his address from one of the teachers. Without wasting another second, she rushed over.