I tried not to let my mind linger about what happened a few seconds ago or at the thought of Dace having a fiance, someone whom he would marry one day, and spend the rest of his life with.
Do not linger, Emma! I'm only tormenting myself by doing this, I try to keep my stoic expression but it is becoming harder than I could imagine.
Can I really not handle this? Have five years not been enough to make peace with myself? I have to find a way to get out of this place because I crack.
I need my brother, I need Luther. But in the meantime, I can't be like a damsel in distress. I have to hold my ground. I have to believe in Tiger.
I sat on the comfy seat right in front of his desk, sitting just over it with his eyes on me. I said nothing as I crossed my legs and relaxed more, he just helped himself to a cigarette.
