“Emma, dear, what’s all this singing about?” Mrs. Thompson asked, her gaze shifting to the man who had now stopped at a distance, watching them with an unreadable expression.Emma whispered quickly, “There was a man following me. I’m scared.”Understanding immediately, Mrs. Thompson put a protective arm around Emma and raised her voice, “Oh, let’s go inside and call your mother, sweetheart. She’ll be wondering where you are.”
The man, realizing he had been noticed, turned abruptly and walked away, disappearing down the street. Emma felt a wave of relief wash over her, but her heart was still racing. Mrs. Thompson led her into the apartment, locking the door behind them.Inside, Mrs. Thompson called Emma’s mother, who arrived within minutes, her face pale with worry. Emma relayed the story, her voice trembling slightly, but her mother held her close, whispering how brave she had been.
