LENA
I leaned back and moved my head from side to side, trying to relieve the tension in my neck. I placed the pencil down and looked at the clock—three p.m.
Wow, time flew by.
My eyes went to the drawing I did, only making my eyes widen. I must have been thinking about him, but how?
On the page of the notebook was a drawing of Emmett. My eyes skimmed over the details I drew. I captured his true features. The one from the night I met him, not his other face. I let my finger trace over the structure of his jawline to the lines near his eyes. The ones you make when you laugh or smile.
My heart raced in my chest as I stared.
Maybe having food with him would help me understand him more. There are a few things Claudia couldn’t talk to me about and that I should ask him. I wanted to know m
