Emma pulled her suitcase out of the house.
Behind her, Frank and Kerry were still arguing.
"Where can she go when you turn her out like that?" Kerry whimpered with pain.
"Shut up. She asked for it! "
Frank closed the study door with a bang.
Kerry hurried out to chase Emma, who had already left.
She called her daughter, but no one answered.
The villa had been confiscated. Where else could she go, Emma thought as she walked.
She didn't have many friends, and now she had only Norman to fall back on.
She took out her phone, and it went black. She must have forgotten to charge it.
Emma lived in an affluent area of Boston, which was quiet at night.
No one, let alone cars other than private cars, would come.
She used to drive and never thought the place was bad.
Now walking on the ro
