Emma slipped into her clothes and handed her baby to the nanny next door, looking relaxed as ever.
"Mr. Lynch, what brings you here so early?" she asked with a curious smile.
Dustin suddenly felt like he'd lost his voice, as if someone had knocked the wind out of him. Right then, his phone buzzed. Clare was calling to report a break-in from the previous night.
A frown creased Dustin's forehead. The neighborhood was known for its tight security; a burglary seemed unbelievable.
"I'm actually at the police station right now. They've caught the burglar," Clare informed him.
Emma, who knew exactly who was on the phone, noticed the change in Dustin's demeanor and asked if anyone was hurt.
Clare let out a sigh of relief. "No one got hurt, but the thief is a kid from the neighborhood. It's a bit of a tricky situation."
"I'll head over shortly," Dustin assured.
Hanging up, he turned to Emma. "I'll come back and make lunch."
"Really, Mr. Lynch, there's no need," Emma replied with a warm smile. "My mom's cooking is just perfect for me. I've been enjoying it for years."
Dustin knelt beside her, gently clasping her hands. "Emma."
She pulled her hands back gently, "If you've got stuff to handle, Mr. Lynch, you should get to it."
The thought of Clare and her situation, his responsibility in it, and her isolation in Beaconsfield nagged at him. He rubbed his temples briefly. "I'll be back soon."
With that, he left. Emma took a deep breath and turned her attention back to the smiling babies in the stroller. Her heart melted, prompting her to buy two saplings from the local nursery, planting them as symbols of life and growth in the garden.
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