ALEX
She'd be back by morning.
Alex was sure of it. The way you're sure the sun will rise—not because you've checked, but because anything else is unthinkable.
"Let her cool off," Emmy murmured, dabbing concealer over the scratch on her hand. "She just needs to realize what she's losing."
"She's not losing anything." Alex poured himself a drink. The scotch tasted like ash. "I'm right here."
"Of course you are." Emmy's hand found his arm. Warm. Reassuring. She always knew exactly what to say. "But maybe... let her miss you for a while? Stay visible. Show her what she walked away from."
So he did.
He posted photos. Dinners at their restaurant—his and Emmy's now. Weekends in the Hamptons. A helicopter ride over the Hudson at sunset, Emmy's hair whipping in the wind, both of them laughi
