Rain.
The morning air is crisp, but it does nothing to clear the fog in my head. I’d gotten up early, made breakfast for Colt and left.
I need to clear my head. The night spent holding in my arms was just like how it used to be but something felt different…of somehow.
And I don’t f*****g know what else to do.
I opted to walk through the streets toward Emma’s apartment but that has done nothing for me. I know Emma will know what is wrong with me but I don’t know if she’s going to see me with how angry she is.
She left the hospital without a second glance and won’t reply tk any of my texts.
I reach her door and hesitate. My knuckles hover over the wood for a long beat before I finally knock.
The door swings open almost instantly. Emma is standing there, a mug of coffee in one hand, he
