Emma's POV

I tried to restrain myself, hold my head high, and continue on my way without showing any feelings. I knew I was better than this, and there was no point in dwelling on the past.

"Emma?"

James' voice suddenly called my name, making me stop for a moment. I could feel him staring at me, waiting for my reaction.

I just nodded slowly without looking at him, then continued walking without saying anything. There was no point in engaging in a conversation that would only open old wounds. However, Thea's soft laughter and their affectionate whispers as I turned around made me feel a little hurt, even though...