EMMA — POV

Night sat heavy on my chest.

I couldn’t stop thinking.

Couldn’t breathe right.

I kept picturing Lucas’s cold smirk, the way his voice slid into my ear like a blade.

Twenty-four hours.

The ledger.

Or I destroy you.

My fingers kept twisting the hem of my shirt as I paced the hallway. The shadows felt too loud. My heartbeat sounded like wild knocking.

How do I get it?

How do I even step inside Ethan’s study without him noticing?

And if he finds out…

I stopped at ...