Page 35 of I Wish I Would’ve Warned You (Forbidden Wishes #3)

COLE

Where are you?

We need to talk, Emily. Now.

Are you avoiding me?

Please, Emily. Come to my room…

S he’s answering my messages hours later, in short staccato replies—“sorry. just saw this.” Or bullshit like, “Sorry, been writing.”

But I know she’s not writing. I know she can’t write, especially not with the weight of everything clouding her mind.

She hasn’t been on the balcony in days, and she’s spending nights in the guest suite downstairs—across from Matt instead of me.

She spends her free time with Taylor now—laughing, texting, tucked in close like I’m not right down the hall.

She's showing me better than she can tell me.

She’s pulling away and picking sides.