Emma's POV
As Michael stormed out of the apartment, a wave of unease and fear washed over me. The look in his eyes was that of an obsessive, psychotic person.
After seeing Jessica's true colors, the trust I once had in Michael was completely shattered. My mind raced with thoughts of how to deal with his increasingly erratic behavior. I closed the door and leaned against it, my heart pounding in my chest.
I needed to calm down. Heading to the bathroom, I turned on the shower, hoping the warm water would wash away my anxiety. As I stood under the spray, memories of Michael's dark gaze kept creeping back. I felt trapped, unsure of how to protect myself and Lily from his madness.
When I stepped out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and heard a gentle knock at the door. The knock
