Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty Seven
To his utter surprise, she slumped down onto one of the chairs and buried her face in her hands.
To his further dismay, her shoulders shook and quiet sobs erupted from her bowed head.
For a moment he stood there, unsure what to do. He couldn't stand seeing her cry. An uncomfortable feeling settled in his stomach and he dropped down to one knee to gently pry her hands from her face.
She looked away, seemingly discomfited by the fact he was witnessing her breakdown.
“What’s wrong, Emma?” he asked gently.
“I'm so tired...and scared". She whipped her head up, her eyes flashing. “But this is none of your business. I can handle myself, Daniel. I don't need your help. You walked away before so please just leave again. Your presence isn't making me feel better at all. Just give me my keys and go away please.”