Emily POV

I couldn’t understand what was wrong with Drake. I had convinced him to let me handle Lia, and I knew I was going to win this. After all, I’d fought too hard and come too far to let someone like Lia ruin things for me now.

I walked into the room, seeing how focused Dean was on his toys. A soft smile came to my face, and I walked over, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek as I whispered, “I love you, son.”

I saw the way he looked at me, his little brow furrowed as if he was trying to understand why I said that out...