Lori's POV:
I felt cold dread wash all over me as the distance between Jonas and I reduced. He was soon standing over me, looking closely at me. There was a glint in his eyes that promised that this was far from over.
His hand lifted toward my face, and I shut my eyes on instinct.
“You’re scared of me,” he murmured.
I knew better than to respond. Now wasn’t the time to argue, explain, or even breathe too loudly. So I just looked away, staying quiet.
Any second now, he’d throw out some half-hearted apology and expect me to move on like nothing happened. The sooner he got it over with, the sooner he’d leave.
“I’m sorry, Lori," Jonas said, sighing. "Things haven’t been going the way I planned lately, and I just… lost it. I know that’s not an excuse. I promised not to do this again, but
