Emma's pov
Walking through the thick forest, the trees towering above us cast dancing shadows on the ground, while the rustling leaves fill the air with their gentle whispers. It's so quiet, almost too quiet, and the tension between Matthew and me hangs heavy, like a weight pressing down on our shoulders.
I sneak a glance at him, trying to read his expression, but his face is like a stone wall, giving nothing away. It's awkward, and I feel a flush creeping up my cheeks as I remember how he saw me in that vulnerable moment with Michael. I almost lost it, but I managed to hold back the tears. After everything Michael did to me out there, I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break down.
Feeling the need to break the silence, I clear my throat and speak up. "Hey, Matthew… Sorr
