Knox

The big hall is noisy. People talking loudly, laughing and clinking glasses.

Eyes watch me even when they pretend not to. For two hours, I have counted every minute since Emma walked away with Ethan. Every minute feels painful like someone rubbing sand on skin.

Talking to two men from the board about the company. Then I heard it. 

A quick sharp cry.

It’s Emma.

My head turns fast. I see her in the hallway. She steps back fast. Her hands fly to her chest. Dark coffee spreads fast across her shirt. The wet cloth sticks to her skin. I can see the shape of her bra and her...