Knox

I watch the flicker of doubt settle deep in Emma’s eyes as she gazes at me. My chest tightens with instant regret. 

I slipped. I shouldn’t have brought up her father. The words just spilled out, and in that moment, I let my emotions get the better of me. Emma doesn’t deserve this kind of confusion or pain.

I lean back against the headboard, the cool wood pressing against my back, while her eyes remain fixed on me, searching for answers I’m not ready to give. The quiet in the room grows heavier until she finally speaks, her voice soft and careful.

“What else did she say about my...