Emma
The air felt like a dense fog, the kind when you feel like you can't breathe right. My chest was tight, and my eyes burned, like I was about to cry, but I couldn't. Killian was there, standing right in front of me, and I could barely look at him. It was like he was something I just couldn’t handle.
"We need to talk alone," he said, breaking the tense silence. His voice was firm but not aggressive.
"No problem, have a seat, Mr. Armstrong," I replied automatically, adopting a professional tone that only served to mask the turmoil inside me.
He was already sitting, but he adjusted himself in the chair, like he was trying to find the right position for a difficult conversation. I, on the other hand, stood up and walked toward the window while he began speaking. I needed something to d
