Emma POV

The room had just settled into silence again when the door opened.

Not softly this time.

Slow.

Controlled.

Like whoever was coming in had no reason to be careful.

I turned my head.

And my stomach dropped.

Bella.

She stepped in first, her heels clicking against the tiled floor, each step measured, confident. Her hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, her makeup untouched, like the world hadn’t shaken her even a little.

Behind her—

Claudia.

Ethan’s mother didn’t rush. She ...