Emma

It’s Monday morning when I step out of the elevator, feeling a strange sense of relief. 

I’m glad to leave early without facing Knox today. For the past few days, I’ve been trying to avoid him ever since my mom dropped the bombshell that he’s my dad’s best friend. 

The thought of it still makes me so angry that I can feel it tightening my chest, but I know I have to calm myself down. I can’t afford to let the emotions take over, especially today. 

As I make my way to my desk, I flick my wrist, glancing at my leather-bound wristwatch. It’s six forty-seven in the morning....