“You should probably talk to her,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Noah’s jaw tightened. That was all he needed. He turned on his heel and walked away without another word.

The fallout was immediate.

Emily showed up at my apartment that night, eyes blazing. “You might as well have just screamed ‘SHE’S CHEATING’ in his face!” she spat, pacing in front of me.