As Alexander reached out to touch her arm, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen, his expression immediately shifting, like a mask falling into place. Emma caught a glimpse of the name on the screen: Chloe. Her heart dropped, her pulse quickening.
For a moment, everything around them seemed to blur as Emma's mind raced. Chloe. The woman from the café. The woman who had shared that laugh with him, that spark in his eyes. The woman who seemed to have a hold on him she couldn't understand.
“Who is it?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper, barely controlling the storm brewing inside her.
Alexander hesitated, his hand still holding the phone, his knuckles tight around it. His gaze flickered to the screen and then back to her, but he didn't answer immediat
