ELARA
I watched Emmeline out of the corner of my eye, noticing how her gaze kept flicking to the wall clock. Her fingers ran absently up and down the teacup she held, her restlessness almost getting the most of her.
Finally, she broke the silence, her voice hesitant. “It’s almost three,” she murmured, her eyes lingering on the clock once more before turning to me. “Have you called Dave? Isn’t he coming home?”
I wanted to scoff but held back, my fingers tightening around my own cup. “He’s with Damien,” I replied. “You don’t need to worry about him.” I certainly wasn’t. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. But the truth was, I didn’t want to see him. Not now.
Emmeline’s lips pressed into a thin line, clearly not satisfied with my answer. Or maybe she was just looking for a distr
