Emily’s POV

I didn't sleep for a single second.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the exact same nightmare replaying on a loop in my head: Daniel standing in our master bedroom without his pants, and Charlotte stretched out on our white duvet like a smug queen bee, flashing that filthy, victorious smirk.

By seven in the morning, my eyes were swollen shut from crying, my head was throbbing like crazy, and my throat felt like sandpaper.

"Here, drink this," Sophia whispered gently, sitting on the edge of the bed and handing me a hot mug of black tea.

Lila was sitting at the desk, furiously tapping away...