I’d known it was the case. Emma was so perfect. No one could be that perfect. And I couldn’t trust my own judgement when it came to women—that was clear enough. “No comment,” I said, my heart thundering so hard that I thought I could feel it against my ribs. He grunted and turned away, climbing into a beat-up car. Before I could call him back to ask any questions, he was gone. Fine.
