The next morning, a silver Rolls-Royce Phantom arrived at the house, sent by Aiden to pick up Emily. Alex stepped out of the house with her, his presence a quiet but firm statement. At the door, Emily turned to him, her eyes searching his face. "I can go there alone. Don't worry."
"No, I'm coming with you," Alex replied, his tone firm. "I won't go in or meet him. I'll just wait outside if you want." He held her hand, tightening his grip as if to anchor them both in the moment. For the first time, Emily saw a flicker of insecurity in Alex's blue eyes—a fear of losing her, of having someone like Julian come between them, just as Olivia had done in the past.
"Let's go," he said, guiding her into the backseat of the car.
