She ran. She screamed. But she was far from free.

Emily McPhee believed Seth could keep her safe. Thought she could just go back to her simple life, like I haven't ruined it. Little does she know that I'm still watching. Still waiting.

The basement was just the appetizer. The games may have changed, but I'll always be ten moves ahead.

In her precious little head—she thinks I'm alone. That she can trust the people around her. She's too blinded to see the cracks and the secrets or the blood in the water. She's hurt. Shaken.
Perfect. And when she meets his family? Even better. Some of them hide things nearly as well as I do.

She thinks she knows who I am. She doesn't, but she will. Because no matter how far she runs . . . I'll always find my way back to what's mine.

Emily. Always.