My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 788

“Too many coincidences,” Emily Blair said quietly.

It was just a little too convenient—right as the police finally had enough evidence to make an arrest, something went wrong.

“Is Isabella Austin really dead?” she asked.

Emily felt torn in two. Part of her wondered if she was just being paranoid, seeing shadows everywhere and suspecting the worst. Wasn’t it wrong, even immoral, to doubt someone who had just died? But the other part of her insisted that her suspicions were justified, and she shouldn’t feel guilty for asking questions.

Tristan Davis looked troubled as well, but the facts were what they were.

“Her parents identified the body,” he said finally. “They broke down completely. The funeral director’s already been called.”

“What about Andrew Lane?” Emily asked.

Tristan fell silent for a couple of seconds before answering. “He’s making arrangements. Doesn’t seem out of the ordinary, at least not on the surface.”

Emily nodded, her expression unreadable. “Alright. I understand.”

She slumped back against her pillow, her face pale.

Between the injuries from the car accident and the lingering effects of the electrocution, her body was exhausted. Just staying awake to talk to the police had drained almost all her energy. Her mind, however, kept circling back to everything that had happened, a dull ache throbbing behind her temples.

She closed her eyes. Suddenly, she heard a faint noise beside her.

“Emily,” Tristan called softly.

She murmured in reply.

“Did it hurt?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

Emily fell silent.

She knew what he meant—the way the kidnappers had used the taser on her, punishing her, tormenting her.

It had hurt, of course it had. But she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. What was the point? Nothing could erase the pain she’d already endured, and bringing it up would only worry the people who cared about her.

“I’m okay,” she said, her voice gentle but firm.

Tristan gave a short, rough laugh. Emily glanced over at him.

Emily blinked, startled by the intensity of his words. She hesitated, then said quietly, “It’s not your fault. Really, you don’t have to do this to yourself.”

Tristan just hugged her tighter. Emily bit her lip.

Slowly, she lifted her hand and wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a few light pats. “It’s okay. I’m not blaming you.”

Still, Tristan wouldn’t let go.

Emily sighed to herself, half exasperated, half touched.

“Emily, I honestly can’t believe it. It’s only been a few days and you’re in trouble again—”

Elizabeth Wilson’s voice rang out from the doorway, then cut off abruptly.

Emily’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly pushed Tristan away and looked up to see Elizabeth with her back turned, hand slapped over her eyes.

“I—I didn’t mean to interrupt! I’ll just go, you two carry on, don’t mind me!” Elizabeth stammered, already halfway out the door.