Adam's POV

I stormed out of my own house, furious. How the hell did my mother dare talk about Emma like that? She was not even there. Worse, comparing her to her sister. They might be twins and look quite similar, but… my Emma was different.

I was so blinded by anger that the first place I thought of was my apartment, the one Emma was living in now. I knocked five times before she opened the door. She was wearing pajamas that consisted of nothing more than an oversized shirt. That left her b