Emily’s POV

I should have gone straight back to the mansion.

Act normal, hide the flash drive and spend the rest of the day pretending I had not just met Austin.

That was the sensible thing.

Instead I walked. I do that when my head gets too loud, movement helps.

I cut west toward Central Park without deciding to, just following the pull of open space.

I was checking my phone, stupid, I know, but the text was still sitting there and I could not stop turning it over.

Then a ...