Bronn
Emily and I were tense as the car made its way to her apartment. My chest churned with anticipation and resentment. Sarah's words from earlier echoed in my mind, reminding me that I had no right to question Emily's decisions. Given our complicated past, doing so would be selfish and hypocritical.
When the car stopped in front of an apartment, I gave Robert an order. “Please leave me and Emily alone,” I said firmly.
“Certainly, Mr. Martin,” Robert replied with a nod, his professional demeanor unwavering as he smoothly exited the vehicle, leaving Emily and me alone in the suddenly claustrophobic backseat.
Emily's voice, tinged with nervousness, broke the silence. “What are your plans, Mr. Martin?”
I inhaled deeply, the scent of her familiar perfume—a delicate mix of jasmine and va
