Emily POV
Once we are at a safe distance he removes his glasses from over the bridge of his nose and grabs me by the forearms looking perturbed: "He's done it again hasn't he?"
I say nothing and just look at him with tears held back in my tear duct.
"He's stalked you again, hasn't he? I need you to tell me, Emily, I need to hear it from your mouth" He pleads, as if begging for permission so I can go break his mother but I won't let myself. I wasn't going to ruin Harry's plans or Amelia's day.
"He makes such strange comments and..." I remember the modesty of his grip against my body and feel myself tasting bile. I shake my head to remove those memories from my mind and clutch at his torso for security like I never had before in my life. I could never remember as a woman, ever needing to seek refuge in a man: "Let's just forget about it and be done with it."
"No Emily, that man I don't know what the fuck is going on in his head but this behavior has to be stopped now."
