Emma paced her apartment, Claudia’s parting words echoing in her mind.
“Ask him about his past.”
She replayed the conversation over and over, analyzing every word and the venom with which Claudia had delivered them. Was it just another ploy to drive a wedge between her and Alexander, or was there a kernel of truth buried within the threat?
Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was Alexander.
“Hey,” he said, his voice warm. “I wanted to check on you. How are you holding up?”
Emma hesitated. She wanted to confide in him, to tell him everything Claudia had said, but something stopped her.
“I’m fine,” she lied. “Just tired, I guess.”
“Understandable,” Alexander replied, his tone filled with concern. “You’ve been through a lot. I was thinking we could have dinner tomorrow
