EMILY’S POV.

I looked at Sadie with wide eyes.

“I have to go. It’s up to you to decide.” She said, and turned away.

“Decide what?” John’s eyes flew open.

“None of your business, Mr. Happily married.” She replied, leaving.

“Emily.” John called, but I was still staring at the note, feeling like I might burst into tears.

I could feel a shudder from my chest, rising from deep within, and the feeling was so much like the feeling of a child’s guilt after doing something ...