Emily
I picked up the call with my heart already racing.
For a split second, I just listened to his breathing on the other end, steady and calm in a way that immediately put me on edge. My mind scrambled, questions colliding with one another, each demanding to be asked first.
Don’t sound desperate.
Don’t sound jealous.
Don’t sound like you care more than you should.
Too late.
The question slipped out before I could stop it.
“Who is that woman?”
There was a pause.
Not long enough to be dramatic. Just long enough to make my chest tighten.
“Which woman?” Adrian asked, his tone infuriatingly casual.
I stared at my phone in disbelief, heat rushing to my face. For a brief, irrational moment, I considered throwing it across the room.
“Don’t do that,” I snapped. “Vivian. Vivian Hawtho
