The handsome actuary is the last person Emma expected to find on the dance floor.

He knows who she is and the encounter causes an unwelcome reality check. She must protect her son. Emma made a promise, to hide and stay hidden.

From him.

But the old chemistry is still there. Just his smile is enough to plunge her back into confusion. So, she does the thing that worked last time. She runs.

The journey home to her dismal house in the poorest sector of the city is fraught with danger. Even the taxi driver is too afraid to venture onto the housing estate. Emma is now trapped in a prison of her own making, fearful of a knock on the front door.