Wendy's POV

As I sat in the back of the taxi, my hands curled into fists, and my jaw clenched. I was beyond angry when I got home yesterday, and saw that Emily wasn't home.

I saw her message earlier, but my battery died before I could respond. She was heading back to Tyler’s house. Back to that mess, back to that contract she couldn’t escape. My stomach twisted. Emily didn’t want to see him, not even a little, and yet she had no choice.

I felt so bad for her. My chest ached because ...