The next evening, Emma stayed at Kane’s apartment like he asked. She tried to study for her other classes, but her mind kept drifting back to the coffee shop across campus where Kane was currently sitting with Jessica.
She imagined Jessica laughing at his jokes, leaning in too close, touching his arm. The jealousy was new, ugly, and surprisingly strong.
When Kane finally returned just after 9 p.m., Emma was curled up on his couch, pretending to read the same page for the tenth time.
He looked tired but composed. He loosened his tie and dropped onto the couch beside her, pulling her into his side without a word.
“How was it?” Emma asked, trying to keep her voice neutral.
Kane sighed. “She talked for forty-five minutes straight about her ‘vision for the future’ and how she feels underva
