Chapter Eleven
Pouring salt in the wound was a saying Scarlett understood on a physical level better than anyone. In fact, she could probably explain to anyone the degrees of hurt and pain that came with that saying. It was something she’d always known, always lived with, and, truth be told, it was a part of her she didn’t want anymore. Had she ever wanted it? No, but then, it was a familiar feature that she also realized made up who she was.
Except deep down, Scarlett really wanted to be happy.
To be loved.
To be whole and not seen as a disappointment and total screw-up by everyone.
She drove in companionable silence, aware of Emmett beside her, who said nothing other than “Turn here.” He also seemed to be lost in his own pensive thoughts.
“You’ve been unusually quiet. Encounter any
