They stared at each other for what
seemed like hours, but was probably only a few seconds. Emily’s heart was
divided. The loudest noise in her head demanded that she kill this woman, tear
her life away. The notion that it might be the only way to end the threat she
posed to her family and friends was not a part of this calculus, true as it
probably was. A single strike to her throat would suffice. She found the
prospect repugnant, even viscerally nauseating. Ba We would have struck her
down in an instant, without any hesitation. Why couldn’t she?
As her breath moved in the familiar
pattern, Emily could feel the hatred in Miss Park ’s
heart. She tasted her fear, as well as her resentment. But what did Miss Park
resent her for? “She sought me out,”
Emily thought. “She attacked my
family, destroyed my life.” There was
nothing to account for it. But deep down, without exactly knowing what it could
mean, she felt how her apparent serenity galled this woman. Fear and resentment
were not a stable combination. Emily waited for the attack she knew must come.
She remembered Connie’s warning about her skills.