Emma didn't move for a long moment.
The phone was still pressed to her ear. Barbara's words echoed, but Emma's mind snagged on one sentence.
“There are photos of you and Charles in that alley."
“Send me the link," Emma said quietly.
Barbara hesitated. “Emma—"
“Send it," Emma repeated.
A second later, her phone buzzed with a message.
Emma lowered the call, opened the chat, and tapped the link.
A gossip site loaded, full of bright colors and flashing ads. Right in the middle of the page was a series of grainy photos.
There she was, standing in the narrow alley with Charles, script in hand. In one shot, he was gripping her wrist. In another, she was looking up at him, face tense. In the last one, her head was turned away, as if she were wiping at her eyes.
The headline screamed acro
