Emily's POV.

I knew what Cole was doing, even though he didn’t say it out loud. He wasn’t the type to spell things out when his actions already screamed what his heart was trying to say. He saw the way my eyes were drifting too often to the windows. He caught how my fingers always hovered over my phone screen. The nightmares. The way I snapped at him over breakfast yesterday because the eggs were too salty when they weren’t. I knew he saw it all.

So when he knocked on the bathroom door and said, “You’ve got ten minutes or I’m dragging you out in sweatpants,” I smiled. It...