Emma's phone buzzed at ten thirty on a Tuesday night. She was sitting in her kitchen. Alone. Daniel was working late again. The children were asleep. The house was quiet as a tomb.

Unknown number. But Emma knew who it was before she even looked.

"Can't sleep either?"

Robert. Three words that made her chest tighten. Made her remember she wasn't the only one drowning.

Emma stared at the message. She could ignore it. Could pretend she hadn't seen it. Could go to bed and ...