Emily’s POV

My throat felt like it was closing up. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move.

Watching Charlotte hand Daniel a hot cup of tea while they both laughed at Julian’s joke felt like a physical slap across my face. She looked like she belonged there. She looked like the lady of the house, sitting in my spot, sharing twelve years of memories that I could never be a part of.

Charlotte’s eyes flicked over to the dark hallway again, catching me standing in the shadow. That tiny, cruel smirk on her face broadened for a split second before she turned right back to Daniel, her voice soft and sweet...