Jason's POV
I watched Emily approach our table, her usual demeanor replaced by an uncharacteristic nervousness. My heart clenched at the sight of her red and puffy eyes, as though she had been crying for hours. Concern flooded through me as I noticed a dark bruise marring the delicate skin around her neck, despite her attempts to conceal it with makeup.
"You took quite a while in the restroom," I remarked, my voice soft with worry, my gaze fixed on her. But as she drew closer, my concern deepened. Who could have done this to her? Anger simmered beneath the surface, my fists clenching at my sides.
"Emily," I murmured, gently touching her arm. "Are you okay? Who did that to you?" My voice was barely above a whisper, filled with concern.
Emily didn't respond, her gaze fixed on some distan
