The afternoon air bit at Emma’s skin as he stepped out into the street, but he barely felt it. His legs carried him forward on autopilot. He had left Bill’s apartment hours ago and driven home away from everything he didn’t want to feel and was now taking a walk.
He didn’t even know where he was walking. Just that he needed to move to escape before the weight of it all crushed him right there in his apartment.
I never stopped loving you.
The words echoed in his head, and he hated how much they still mattered. Hated that a part of him had wanted to turn back the moment Bill said them.
But he didn’t. Because love wasn’t the same thing as truth. And Bill had stopped being honest with him a long time ago and this landlord situation just proved it.
He ended up on a bench near the corner c
