Emily's POV
The moment I saw Brad, my heart started racing.
No. No, no, no. Why was he here? And the worst part was that he came with Becky
I swallowed hard. My palms were sweaty, my throat suddenly dry. It felt like the walls of the café were closing in on me. Of all places, why here and why today?
Wendy must’ve noticed I was tense and placed her hand on mine.
“Relax, Emily. It’s okay,” she whispered.
I nodded slowly, even though nothing about this felt okay. “Um… I need to use the bathroom,” I murmured, forcing a shaky smile.
“Alright,” Wendy said, giving me a small nod. “Don’t take too long.”
I stood up and made my way toward the bathroom. But when I got there, I didn’t even go inside. I just stood by the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirr
