Emma was lying in bed with a book on her lap when the soft knock came.
"Come in," she called gently, assuming it was Logan or Hannah.
The door opened slowly. Jean stepped in, her expression unreadable but her eyes holding a quiet storm. Emma immediately sat up, the book falling beside her.
"Hey," Emma said, giving her a warm smile. "Is everything okay?"
Jean nodded once, then slowly made her way over to the bed. Emma patted the space beside her, and Jean sat down without a word.
For a moment, silence filled the room, the kind that carries weight.
"I need to tell you something," Jean finally said. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Something I should've said years ago."
Emma's smile faded into concern. "Okay. I'm listening."
Jean kept her gaze fixed on the floor. "You remember back in university… when things between me and Tyler seemed… off?"
Emma slowly nodded. "I remember thinking you were different around him. You never told me why."
