| emma’s pov |
The look in my mother’s eyes was of pure concern. “Did something happen while I was gone?”
You don’t even know half of it, mom. I sighed, shaking my head and giving her an encouraging hug. “I’m fine, mom. I just lost my appetite,” I lied, pushing the plate towards her.
“Even a little bit, Emma. You have to have something in your stomach,” she reminded, handing me a granola bar.
Giving her a thumbs-up, I stood up from the table and walked to my room.
Once entering it, I threw the food on my bed and tore down the papers on my walls. I didn’t want to look for Luke anymore, after knowing what he did.
After all the things we’ve been through, I thought he was actually nice. I thought he was a harmless, perfect guy. But he wasn’t.
He was even worse than every guy in the wo
