Emily's POV
I froze the moment I saw him standing outside the door. Tyler’s eyes met mine. For a second, neither of us said anything.
“She’s asleep,” I said quietly, my voice tired. I didn’t wait for him to respond. I turned and began to walk past him.
“Emily,” he called out.
I stopped for a brief moment, but I didn’t turn around. My throat felt too tight, and my chest hurt too much. So I just kept walking.
I didn’t want to talk to him, at least not now. Not after everything that had just happened. I just wanted to sit down somewhere and breathe, make sense of all the things swirling in my head.
When I reached our bedroom, I threw myself on the bed and ran a hand through my hair, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Apparently, that room wasn’t a storage room
