Emma

The furious pounding of my heart almost makes my blood pressure spike as I sit on the concrete bench in the park. 

My thoughts are consumed by the whirlwind of emotions that have gripped me since my confrontation with my mother and Knox.

Before she gets a chance to look at my face properly, I quickly wipe my face with the back of my hand. I blink rapidly, trying to hide the evidence of my emotional state from anyone who might notice.

“Oh, Emma, you’re crying,” Iva says, her voice full of surprise and concern. It catches me off guard, especially in such a public place.

I immediately look...