Emmalee
I look back and forth between Romain and Trudy, and then I advance, anger getting the best of me.
“What are you telling him, Trudy?” I demand angrily. “What is she telling you?”
Trudy, completely unbothered by my angry outburst, glances at Romain once before walking past me and back inside the house. I watch her go by glancing over my shoulder, then, I fix my eyes on Romain.
He looks morose with his hands in his pockets and his head hanging low. I take a few steps toward him, but just like at the dinner table, he ignores me.
“Romain,” I whisper. “What did she say to you?”
Silence. That’s all I get from him for a good few seconds. Tears gather in my eyes and threaten to slide down my cheeks, but I force myself to stay calm.
“Romain.”
“She didn’t tell me anything, Emmalee,”
