“Emmy, stop lying to me,” he said softly. “I know something’s wrong. I know it. Tell me.” The lump in my throat stretched. God, I wanted to tell him. I didn’t want to lose this. I wanted to let him hold me and protect me. He cared. As much as I wanted to pretend that he didn’t, I knew he cared. And my heart that ached to keep him hurt worse than anything Martin had ever done to me.
