Emily's POV
The door creaked open, pulling me out of that half-asleep daze. I blinked, still groggy, and saw Marco slipping out of his clothes like he was trying not to wake me.
“You were with your dad forever,” I mumbled into the pillow.
Marco didn’t turn to face me immediately. Instead, he let out a quiet sigh before responding, “We had a lot to talk about.” His tone was casual, dismissive even, but something about it made my stomach tighten.
I pushed myself up onto my elbows, the last remnants of sleep fading as unease settled in. “Your Dad doesn’t like me, does he?” The words tumbled out before I could stop them, sharp and sudden in the quiet of the room.
Marco finally turned to look at me, his expression unreadable in the dim light. “Forget about it for now. Let’s sleep,” he sa
