Knox

The door opens just as Ethan’s lips brush Emma’s cheek, and the sight hits me like a sudden drop in temperature. I don’t explode with rage, though it simmers low and controlled inside me, building with every second. 

My face stays blank, but my eyes narrow, sharply, taking in every detail of the moment. Ethan’s usual grin disappears instantly. His gaze flicks between me and Emma, his confidence crumbling in front of us.

“I’m sorry,” he stammers quickly, his voice higher than usual, thinner. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Just… saying hello. I’ll go now.”

He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He grabs his jacket off the...