KNOX’S POV
Ember disappears toward the bathroom and I let her go, even though every instinct in my body is screaming at me to follow.
She needs space. She needs to breathe without an audience. And as much as I want to be the one holding her together right now, some battles have to be fought alone.
Devika storms off in the opposite direction, muttering something under her breath, her designer heels clicking against the marble like the retreat of a defeated army.
Good riddance. If I never see that woman again, it’ll be too soon.
Maurice hesitates for a moment, looking between the bathroom door and his own trembling hands, before shuffling off after Ember with the pathetic determination of a man who knows he’s about to be rejected but has to try anyway.
I consider stopping him, but some
