Emma

My body quaked with emotions I didn’t welcome—pent-up rage combined with disappointment—as Rett’s grip of my wrist tightened. This was another of those moments when sanity was forgotten. Unwilling to budge or look away, I continued my stare. “My answer is yes.” It hadn’t been when I’d committed to this marriage or even earlier when Rett had asked, but after what had just happened, I was confident.

“Yes?” he asked, his ...