Rachel’s POV
I stared at him from across the booth. He looked back at me with no emotion on his face, nothing readable in his eyes. He had been pressing me about my father all morning, and I refused to open that door.
“I’m not talking about my father’s car,” I said. “Why the f**k do you need to know anyway? It has nothing to do with what’s going on now.”
His eyes narrowed, and for a split second, I thought he was about to explode. Instead, he lifted a hand to his head and bent forward, his face tightening in pain. The sight of it hit me harder than I expected. Every time I tried to help him, he shoved me away, yet I could not stop worrying. Even with everything between us, I hated seeing him like this. The headaches were constant, and a part of me kept wondering how bad they really were
