Emma's POV
Lily calls on Thursday and I almost don't answer because I know she'll hear it in my voice.
I answer anyway.
"You sound different," she says. Before hello. Before anything.
"I'm fine."
"Not fine-different. Good-different." A pause. "Emma."
"Lily."
"Something happened."
"Nothing happened."
"Something is happening," she corrects. "Present tense. Ongoing." Another pause and I can hear her sitting up, fully invested now. "It's him."
I look down the hall toward Dominic's office. The door is half open. I can hear the low cadence of his voice on a call.
"We talked," I say. "A few times. Honestly."
"Honestly how."
"Lily."
"I need a scale. Are we talking politely or actually honest."
"Actually," I say quietly.
She exhales long and slow. "Okay. Okay, Emma. What did he say.
