Chapter 21
Emerson kept his eyes on the passing landscape, focusing on something in the distance. It seemed to help, letting the foreground zoom past without attention. This way, it hardly seemed like they were moving. Maybe they were still near the city, not too late to back out of this.
“Hun,” Sean said, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “You still doing okay?”
Emerson grunted in reply. He didn’t trust himself to speak.
“Em, sweetie, look at me.”
He tore his eyes away from the grass and flowers, focusing on the deeper green of Sean’s eyes.
“You okay?” Sean repeated. “You look pale.”
“I’m fine,” he mumbled, returning to the window. Having his gaze off their placid surroundings, even for that brief moment, had increased his nausea.
Sean’s uninjured hand rubbed Emerson’s back. “It’s ok
