Emma Watson
The moment Benita walked away, silence stretched between Ray and me like a fragile thread waiting to snap. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out everything but the echo of her parting words.
_"Does she even know who you really are?"_
I swallowed hard, staring at Ray, searching his face for something—anything—that would prove her wrong.
But all I saw was hesitation.
And that hesitation shattered me.
“Ray,” I whispered, my voice barely holding steady. “What did she mean by that?”
He ran a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. “Emma, don’t—”
“Don’t what?” My voice rose, shaking with frustration. “Don’t ask questions? Don’t demand the truth?”
His jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer.
And that silence? It spoke louder than anything he could’ve said.
