Emma sat in her cramped studio apartment in Queens, surrounded by printouts of the leaked messages, her laptop open to yet another article dissecting her failed marriage. The walls felt like they were closing in. Her phone wouldn't stop ringing. Reporters. Her mother. Marcus demanding she "stick to the script." Friends she hadn't heard from in months suddenly reaching out for gossip disguised as concern. She ignored them all except one call. "Ms. Winters?" The voice was professional, female. "My name is Katherine Monroe. I'm a private investigator, and I believe I can help you." Emma's grip tightened on the phone. "Help me with what?" "Proving you had nothing to do with leaking those text messages. And more importantly, proving who actually did." Katherine paused. "I've been following your story. Something doesn't add up about your mother's lawsuit. I think she's being manipulated by someone much more dangerous than a vindictive ex-mother-in-law." "Who?" "Meet me tomorrow morni