Emma spent the next week on modified bed rest, following doctor's orders religiously. Alexander worked from the house, never more than a room away, checking on her constantly.
The island felt safe, isolated from the chaos in New York. But Emma couldn't shake the knowledge that Voss was out there, free on bail, plotting his next move.
On their eighth day in Maine, Emma woke to Alexander on the phone in the study, his voice tense.
"I don't care what his lawyers claim. He violated bail conditions by hiring investigators to track our location. I want him back in custody. Today."
Emma appeared in the doorway, and Alexander held up a finger—one minute.
"Fine. Keep me updated." He hung up and turned to her. "Voss hired a PI to find us. The PI was spotted in the harbor town yesterday, asking about private islands. Security turned him away, but—"
"But Voss knows we're here." Emma felt fear spike. "Alexander, if he knows where we are—"
