“You okay?”
Drake’s voice cuts through the stillness. He’s looking at Fiona strangely, like he’s already put together something I haven’t.
“No,” she snaps. “That b***h nearly got Matt killed. Ben’s with him now, trying to calm him down, but he’s a wreck. I don’t know how much more of this we can take.”
“Hang on. You mean… Emma?” Drake asks carefully.
Fiona nods, jaw clenched, her eyes full of something raw and bitter. I know that look. It’s heartbreak—the helpless kind, the kind that sits in your chest like a stone because there’s nothing you can do to make it better.
Drake exhales through his nose. “So were you guys ever going to tell me?”
My spine stiffens. Fiona’s does too.
“What?” Her voice sharpens. “No! How the hell did you—Lilly, I told you not to say anything!”
“She didn’t,
