Emily’s POV

"Daniel?" I whispered, my fingers clutching the silk sheets as I stared up at him. "Who... who is she?"

Daniel stood frozen beside the bed, his broad shoulders stiff, his face completely drained of color. He stared at my phone screen as if a ghost had just walked out of the glass and grabbed him by the throat.

"Charlotte," he rasped, his deep voice sounding entirely broken.

"You know her," I said, a cold, heavy stone dropping straight into the pit of my stomach. "Daniel, please. Look at me. Talk to me."

Daniel slowly sank down onto the edge of the mattress, dropping his head into his large...