#Chapter 113 Another Secret

Logan The walk to the car is silent. Emily does not say much to me, not that I expect her to say anything in the first place, but we hold hands and I occasionally bring it up to my lips whenever we are away from the public eye impress a kiss to her skin. She smiles up at me every time I do it, but says nothing, forcing her eyes away from me as her face falls, a sick look overtaking her face. Once we left the office, Emily’s demeanor change. She went from a confident and strong woman to somebody who looks visibly sick. Even as we hold hands, her hand feels clammy against mine, her skin running cold. It worries me to death to know that she must be going through something that I have no idea about. We approach the car and I keep my keys in my hand, not passing them over quite yet. She reaches for them, but I draw my hand back, keeping them away from her. She glared at me and crosses her arms over her chest, leaning against the driver side door as a tower over her. I lean down and