In the inbox was an email address that she was familiar with.
It was Alan's personal mailbox, not the one that was used for business affairs, so the emails he sent and received were also private. What private matter would Alan have with the person who sent her emails from that email address?
She could not help but glance at the date and time. It was three years ago, just a day before she was taken away by the killer.
There was a vague feeling in her heart and Samantha could not restrain herself anymore. Her hand had already held the mouse and she hovered the cursor on the email before clicking to open it.
By the time she snapped back to her senses, she had already laid eyes on the contents.
It was a very brief sentence: [Samantha is in danger.]
Samantha stared blankly and could feel a slight hum in her head.
