The hotel room in Monterey was stifling. Emma sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at her laptop. Casey had sent the first batch of documents, but Emma couldn't focus.

Her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number.

It was a video file.

Emma pressed play, her stomach dropping.

The Hardy townhouse living room was decorated floor-to-ceiling in Frozen theme. Balloons, streamers, a cake shaped like a castle.

Darius was holding Sophie in his arms, laughing. Ashlea stood next to them, holding a giant cake knife, beaming at the camera.

"Thank you, Daddy and Auntie Ashlea!" Sophie squealed into the camera. "This is the best birthday ever!"

At the end of the video, Ashlea threw her arms around Darius's neck. He pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Sophie's birthday. They were celebrating Sophie's birthday without her, replacing her completely with Ashlea.

A red-hot fury blinded Emma. She hurled the phone onto the mattress. Her chest tightened; she couldn't breathe. She needed air.

She walked aimlessly, her feet carrying her to Dennis the Menace Park. The sounds of children laughing and playing usually brought her peace. Today, it felt like salt in an open wound.

She sat on a bench near the swings, watching the kids.

A flash of pink caught her eye.

The little girl from the airport. Summer. She was sitting alone on a swing, dragging her shoes in the dirt, looking lonely.

Suddenly, a gust of wind tore a pink balloon from Summer's grasp. The little girl gasped and bolted after it, heading straight toward the busy road bordering the park. A man in a dark hoodie, who had been jogging nearby, saw her and sprinted to intercept.

He lunged, grabbing Summer around the waist just before she reached the curb, lifting her off her feet.

Summer, startled by the sudden grab, struggled and let out a sharp cry.

Emma's brain short-circuited. Kidnapper.

She didn't think. She launched off the bench. A gardener had left a small hand trowel on the grass. Emma snatched it up, gripping the metal handle tight.

"Hey! Stop! Put the kid down!" Emma screamed, sprinting after them.

The man, trying to balance the squirming child and step back from the traffic, didn't hear her over the roar of a passing truck. He turned hastily toward the parking lot to get away from the street.

Adrenaline surged through Emma's veins. She was fast. She cut across the lawn, closing the distance.

She caught up to him near the fence. She didn't hesitate. She raised the trowel and brought it down hard on the man's back.

"Oof!" The man grunted, stumbling to a halt and instinctively shielding the child.

He turned around. The little girl in his arms stopped crying and burst into giggles.

"Daddy, you got me! I almost catched the balloon!" Summer laughed, clapping her hands.

The man reached up and pulled back his hood, panting heavily.

It was the father from the airport. Kingston.

He winced, rubbing his lower back, and gave Emma a pained, confused look. "Ma'am... I was just stopping her from running into traffic."

"I am so, so sorry," Emma said for the tenth time, pacing the small examination room at the urgent care clinic next to the park.

Kingston sat on the paper-covered table, shirtless, while a nurse examined his back. There was a nasty red welt forming right on his shoulder blade.

"It's just a bruise," Kingston said, offering her a reassuring smile. "Soft tissue injury. I've had worse from Summer's elbows."

The nurse bandaged the area and left.

"To be fair," Kingston said, pulling his shirt back on, wincing slightly, "I did look like a kidnapper. You were very brave. Reckless, but brave."

"I feel like an idiot," Emma muttered, covering her face. "Let me pay for this. Let me pay for everything."

"How about you just buy me a coffee?" Kingston asked. "I think I need the caffeine to recover from the trauma."

Ten minutes later, they were sitting at a corner table in the cafe next door. Summer was happily slurping a massive strawberry milkshake, her feet kicking the chair.

Kingston sipped his black coffee, watching Emma over the rim. "I'm Kingston, by the way. The guy who loses at tag."

"Emma," she said softly. "The woman who assaults strangers with gardening tools."

"So, Emma," Kingston said, leaning back. "What brings you to Monterey? Vacation?"

"Sort of," Emma hedged. "Just... visiting family."

"Nice," Kingston said. "Summer and I are just road-tripping. I'm a doctor, but I'm taking a break. I used to work with a medical NGO overseas, just got back."

Emma blinked. "You're a doctor?"

"Yep," Summer chimed in. "He fixes people's boo-boos! It's gross but cool!"

Kingston quickly covered his daughter's mouth, his face turning a shade of pink. "Summer... boundaries. I'm just a general practitioner, really. Nothing glamorous."

Emma couldn't help but laugh. It was the first genuine laugh she had in weeks. The sound surprised her.

"Well, thank you for not calling the cops on me," Emma said, standing up. "I really should go."

"Wait," Kingston said, pulling out his phone. "In case I develop delayed bruising from the trowel... I might need to contact my lawyer. Can I get your number? For insurance purposes, of course."

Emma looked at him. He looked slightly awkward, fumbling with his phone. It was endearing. She took the phone and typed in her number.

Three days later, Emma was back in New York.

She had barely stepped into her hotel room when her phone rang. It was Una.

"Emma, please come," Una begged. "Mrs. Hardy is refusing to eat. She's demanding to see you."

Emma rubbed her temples. She wanted to refuse, but Judith was still her mother-in-law, and in the upcoming divorce war, she couldn't afford to look like the villain.

She changed into a crisp pantsuit and drove to the townhouse.

The living room was cold. Warren Hardy sat in the armchair like a stone statue. Darius stood by the fireplace, looking hungover. Ashlea hovered behind the sofa, wearing a demure gray sweater.

And Judith Hardy sat on the sofa, her face gaunt, her eyes burning with hatred.

"You have some nerve," Judith spat, ignoring Emma's greeting. "Embarrassing this family. Filing for divorce like a common gold digger."

"I'm not here to argue, Judith," Emma said calmly. "I just came to see if you're okay."

"You are ruining my son's life!" Judith shrieked, rising to her feet. "You ungrateful, greedy witch!"

"Mom, that's enough," Darius muttered, though he made no move to stop her.

Judith grabbed her teacup from the coffee table. The tea was steaming.

"I'll teach you some respect!" she screamed.

She hurled the cup of boiling hot tea directly at Emma's face.

Time slowed down. Emma's body reacted before her brain could process the danger. She arched her back, bending her spine in a perfect Pilates backbend.

The scalding liquid flew inches past her nose. It splattered against the wall behind her, the porcelain cup shattering on the wainscoting.

A few drops of hot liquid splashed onto Emma's forearm, burning the skin instantly. She hissed, straightening up.

The silence in the room was absolute. Nobody moved.