Emma POV

My feet felt heavier with every step toward Ethan's office.

The long hallway that usually felt familiar suddenly seemed endless. My palms were damp, and I tightened my grip around my handbag, holding it so firmly that my fingers began to ache.

Inside that bag was the report.

Not because I intended to show it to Ethan.

Not yet.

I wasn't even sure I was ready to read it again myself.

I had spent the entire drive convincing myself to tell him the truth.

Not every detail.

Not ...