Emily was momentarily confused, unsure of what she had just heard.

"...What?"

The voice was not the usual warm, gentle tone she was used to from him. Instead, it was filled with coldness and disgust.

Though it was the same person speaking, it felt as if it were coming from someone else entirely.

"...What did you say?"

She thought she must have misheard, but she hadn’t.

“Didn’t you hear me? If I go alone, I go alone. Why would I ever ask you to come?”

Ken Feinstein’s voice was icy as he glared at her, his words cutting deeply. He …