Emma's fingers hovered over her phone, her heart pounding as she reread the two messages she'd sent the night before. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, but she'd barely slept. The weight of her impending conversations with Mark and Tom pressed heavily on her chest.
A soft ping broke the morning silence. Tom's reply: *Of course. Meet me at our spot in the park at 7?*
Emma's breath caught in her throat. She glanced at the clock – 6:15 AM. Just enough time to get ready and make it to the park. As she hurried through her morning routine, her mind raced with the implications of what she was about to do.
The park was quiet at this hour, the early morning mist still clinging to the grass. Emma spotted Tom on their usual bench, his t
