Knox

I walk angrily through the office space and take a seat with force in the leather chair. The cushion should have been soft and welcoming but instead, it made my body itch in discomfort.

He’s just a kid, Knox.

Calm down.

Let it go.

The words echo in my head like someone else is trying to talk sense into me. The attempts at persuasion fail.

The picture keeps playing on repeat. Ethan leaning in close to Emma, their shoulders almost touching, both of them smiling, laughing quietly over her laptop screen. The contact of her hand on his skin lingers in my mind. I keep feeling the pain from...