Knox

The soft sound of keys tapping against my laptop fills the space with control. It should help me focus but it does not. The numbers on the screen blur together, and the words I type make no sense even to me.

I stop, my fingers hover over the keyboard before I slowly pull my hands back. I lean into my chair and let out a long breath, rubbing my temple.

Emma, her name whispers in my ears. The memory comes back so clearly, it feels like it just happened minutes ago. The way she stood in front of my desk, denying it with slightly trembling hands. The way she...