EMMELINE
The car ride back to his parents’ house was silent. I could feel the tension coming from Amari as he gripped the steering wheel hard while trying to control his way of driving.
"Amari, love. Talk to me, please," I pleaded, raising my hand to touch his arm and get his attention.
"Please, Emmeline. I just need to process this," he replied, coldly as he gently pushed my hands away.
Taking the hint, I nodded and looked out the window, keeping my tears at bay. Or at least trying. Seeing her probably has awakened many emotions in him and I was already fearing the worst.
As I tried to keep myself calm, I felt his warm hands on mine, stealing a glance at me.
"I'm sorry, darling. I'm just shocked and I don't even know how to react and what to do."
His pained expression was breakin
