Emily’s POV

My phone buzzed on the kitchen counter while I was rinsing Sophia’s breakfast plate.

I dried my hands on a towel and picked it up.

An unknown number again, but this time the message wasn’t anonymous.

It had a name attached. Austin.

Lunch today? Just us. I want to make peace for real this time. No games. I Promise.

I stared at the words until they blurred. My thumb hovered over delete, then over block and back to the message.

Sophia was upstairs blasting music while ...