Emma POV
I was throwing clothes in the suitcase, trying to get everything in as quickly as possible. My movements were almost automatic, and at the same time, each piece I folded seemed to carry the weight of this situation that had become unbearable. I felt Killian's presence standing in the doorway, and it only made me angrier.
“Emma… Calm down,” he said, his voice low, as if he were trying to maintain control. “It doesn’t have to be like this. Let’s deal with this.”
I stopped for a second, my hands still holding a piece of clothing, and took a deep breath. He always talked about solving it, but he didn't see the real problem. Without even looking at him, I laughed, but it was a laugh full of frustration and irony. “Deal with this? Killian, there’s nothing to solve when you don’t trus
