The idea of traveling to St. Barts should’ve excited me.
Sun. Sand. A private island villa. Sophia and Jay practically begged me to come.
But instead of excitement, all I felt was a tight knot in my chest. I couldn’t ignore it. I couldn’t say yes without checking in with the one person who had always helped me sort through the noise, my mom.
I curled up on the couch with a warm mug of tea, took a deep breath, and dialed her number.
She picked up on the second ring.
“Emily? Hope you’re doing alright?”
“Yeah... I mean, mostly. Can we talk for a bit?”
“Of course, honey. Talk to me.”
So I did.
I told her everything. Started from the day I stepped into Liam Black’s mansion, to our tension-filled working relationship, the rooftop moments, the kiss, and the confusing silence that followe
