Second Chances — Chapter Eight
Fiction

“Emma, what are you doing here?”
“I don’t have long, but I wanted to talk to you.”
“This way,” I say, guiding her towards the small meeting room, knowing it’s empty for the next hour.
She refuses my offer to sit down, pacing the floor instead as she says, “I did it, I paid Tim Frey to kill my sister. He told me his name…