Emma’s POV…
Andrew is talking and telling me that he didn’t think he shut the door but I have a sinking feeling in my gut that it’s related to the feeling of being watched. Everything is related. I feel it in my bones.
I look at him and he sees the worry on my face.
“What Emma? What aren’t you telling me?”
“I have felt like I was being watched since we got home yesterday. Every time we’ve gone outside, I’ve felt eyes on me.”
“That doesn’t mean I didn’t f**k up and leave the door open.”
I nod at him but I don’t feel heard. I don’t like feeling like he isn’t listening but I can’t change his mind. I can’t make him understand how I feel.
I take a big breath and drink my coffee. Today is my last day at home with him before I go back to work. I get three weeks with him before he goes b
