Sweet lovers

Previously

…But that evening, as Emma lay in bed, her phone lit up with a text from an unknown number: I know about you and Leo. Meet me tomorrow at the coffee shop on 5th. Noon. Come alone. Her blood ran cold. She stared at the screen, the words blurring. The walls she had felt closing in had finally found a crack. And whoever was on the other end was already inside. She didn’t sleep that night. She lay awake, watching the ceiling, the phone clutched in her hand. The secret she had guarded so carefully was no longer hers alone.