Erin's POV
My fingers refused to stop fluttering, tapping an uneven tempo against my thigh.
Finn has been silent, allowing me to sit here with my thoughts for the last ten minutes.
“I don’t know if I can pretend today,” I whispered, watching my fingers strum. “How am I supposed to step foot in that room knowing that he and Ophelia got into an accident together? If I ignore the elephant in the room, it’s going to be obvious, but if I question it….” A shaky exhale bleeds from my lips. “I don’t think I’ll be able to hold it together.”
“Erin,” Finn reached across the space between our seats, squeezing my hand. “Whatever you end up doing after you walk through those doors does not change a thing. If you walk in there and can’t fake it, we’re still going to make sure he pays for what he’s
