Andrew’s POV…
I’m pissed. Really f**king pissed. We step out and into the sun and I grab Emma. This girl has been through hell. I hold her for dear life. She’s crying and I’m soothing her and rubbing her hair and her back. I can’t figure out why her hair is sticking to my face. My face is wet. Why is my face wet? I’m sobbing too. Damn. I’m balling my eyes out with her in the middle of the parking lot of the attorneys office.
I grab her chin and make her look at me. As soon as she does, she’s kissing me. She’s kissing me like I’m air and she’s suffocating. I allow her to. I kiss her back. Finally she pulls away and hugs me again.
“Emma, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry he did that to you. He’s not a man. Real men don’t hit women. They don’t force them to do things. Baby I’m so sorry that he’s
