Emily’s POV
I keep looking at the news channel, waiting for whatever Jin had prepared, but so far, nothing. My fingers drum against the edge of the desk, mind spinning. I replayed his words over and over: “Check the news tomorrow. You’ll understand if I’m telling the truth or not.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, staring at the screen as if I concentrate hard enough, the truth might just appear out of thin air. But the ticker scrolls as usual—local traffic, a fire downtown, some celebrity nonsense—and my heart sinks with every passing minute.
Maybe… maybe he was just playing with me. God, why did I even believe him for a second? I exhale sharply, letting my shoulders slump. Of course he’s playing games. That’s all Jin ever does. He couldn’t just tell me he loved me—he had to make it some
