Knox

My heart beats faster, and I grip the edge of the table, as though I might lose my balance if I let go. “You can talk to me,” I say to Emma. “I still have time to spare.”

Just then, I feel a vibration against my thigh. I glance down at my pocket. “Please hold on, baby,” I tell her softly, without thinking. She nods, and with a gentle, practiced hand, I  pull out my phone. Ben’s name lights up the screen, and I answer immediately.

“Ben,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Knox,” he replies, his voice sharper than usual. “I think I found something on...