Emily’s POV

I heard him on the stairs, so I put on headphones.

Turned the tablet face down on the bed then sat upright against the headboard with a book I grabbed on the nightstand, to read.

My hands were still shaking. I pressed them against the pages and held them there by force.

The door opened and Dario came in.

He looked tired in a way that only showed at the corners of his eyes if you look closely.

“You’re in early,” he said.

“Headache.” The word came out ...