Emily’s POV

My heart was beating like a drum the whole drive to the diner.

After hanging up on Julian's crying voice at the library, I couldn't just sit in my dorm room and pretend I was fine. I loved that little boy. He was completely innocent in this whole disgusting mess, and hearing him sob about how awful things were back at Greenwich tore me up inside.

So I had called the estate driver, Thomas—the only guy on Daniel's security team I actually trusted—and set up a private meeting.

"Bring Julian to the diner on 4th Street," I had instructed Thomas in a hushed voice over the phone. "Do...