It Starts with Us by Colleen Hoover

She sighs. “That’s the thing. I have her with me. I know that’s weird, but
I’ll explain when I get there.”
If she’s bringing Emerson to my house, something is definitely off. She’s
been adamant she didn’t want to bring her around me before Ryle knew about
us. “I’ll text you my address.”
“Thank you. I’ll be there in a little while.” She ends the call, and I fall
back onto my mattress wondering what in the hell happened in the time
between slipping out of her bed last night and this phone call.
Did she get my letter? Did I say something wrong?
Is she about to break things off with me?
All those concerns swirl in my gut as I wait for her, but my biggest
concern is one I don’t even want to allow my mind to entertain. Did Ryle hurt
her?
I’m watching for them when she pulls into my driveway, so I meet her
outside. I can immediately tell something is wrong when she gets out of the
car. But I don’t think it’s related to me because she seems relieved to see me.
I pull her in for a hug because she looks like she needs one. “What
happened?”
She places her hands on my chest and pulls back to look up at me. She
seems hesitant to say anything. She glances into the back window to check on
her daughter, who is asleep in the car seat.
Then Lily just starts to cry. She drops her face against my chest and sobs
into my shirt, and it’s the most heartbreaking thing. I press my lips into her
hair and give her a moment.
She doesn’t need long. She composes herself fairly quickly and then wipes
at her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she says. “I’ve been holding that in all morning since
Ryle left.”
The mention of his name makes my spine stiffen. I knew this had to do
with him.
“He knows about us,” she says.
“What happened?” It’s taking everything in me to stand where I am and
not run to find him. My bones feel as if they’re crackling with anger. “Are
you hurt?”