Emily's POV

The moment I saw Brad, my heart started racing.

No. No, no, no. Why was he here? And the worst part was that he came with Becky

I swallowed hard. My palms were sweaty, my throat suddenly dry. It felt like the walls of the café were closing in on me. Of all places, why here and why today?

Wendy must’ve noticed I was tense and placed her hand on mine.

“Relax, Emily. It’s okay,” she whispered.

I nodded slowly, even though nothing about this felt okay. “Um… I need to ...