#Chapter 85 No Love

Emily Michael's car is exactly the way I left it all of those weeks ago. Fancy and expensive car fragrances sit inside of the air conditioning holes, the familiar smell, adding to the paranoia that begins to butt on the inside of my head. Even the passenger seat feels like a trap, the soft plush of the chair, luring me into a false sense of security as Michael gets into the driver side beside me. I take one last look outside of the window, looking up at Logan's office. The darkened and blurry figure looms in the middle of the window, looking down at us. I cannot see his face, but I do know that he is there, watching me as I make this reckless choice. I slipped my phone from my bag, quickly moving to the messages that he and I have shared ever since he puts an engagement ring on my finger. I quickly type in a short message for him to read, wanting to try and lessen the bitter blow of me willingly getting into my ex-fiancé’s car. Emily: He just showed up out of nowhere. I agreed