Luca
I'm rapidly losing control of the situation and putting Emma in the firing line and off-side, which seems stupid, even in my eyes.
I walked back to the bedroom to tell her I was sorry. Yet, I found her talking to her father, obviously having a means of communication with him. Her begs for him to take her home hurt my chest, making the hollow cavity ache even more than it was a few days ago before she arrived back in my life.
I'm unsure why I presumed she had no phones or devices she could call him on; after all, she is a Rossi.
I leave the bedroom for a second time in as many minutes f*****g livid as hell, but this time at myself for hurting her.
She wants to leave, and it's all my fault.
I finally reentered my office to see Stephan and Isaac looking at me with wide and assessin
