Emily's POV
The drive to the museum was in complete deafening silence. He doesn't remind me that we didn't eat breakfast. He doesn't scroll through his phone. He doesn't do anything. He is just sitting beside me. He is thinking, thinking deeply. Of something I am sure that if I ask about, he'll somehow expertly change the subject like he always does.
I kept thinking of his face when Aunt Maria asked him if he was sleeping with Ella. He seemed hurt that she would even dare ask such a question. I haven't seen him broken or sad or whatever he was feeling, even if it were only a fraction of a second.
"Stop here." Jake taps my arm and points at a small cafe at the end of the road.
"Okay." I pulled up in front of the cafe and waited for him to climb out of the car.
"Aren't you coming?" He a
