75: Me Too

Fenella’s POV Although confused, Laird eventually complied with me. He pulled the car over to the side of the road and parked it. When the car finally came to a safe stop, he finally looked at my face closely. "Are you okay?" he asked. "No, I'm not okay," I said, shaking my head. He then looked at me with a furrowed brow. The corners of his eyes drooped, and he gazed at me with a mix of sadness and confusion. "Sorry, Fenella. You must be disgusted with me for lying and being too scared to confront Rebecca," he said as he gently reached for my hand. I shook my head again, and tears slowly began to flow uncontrollably. My tears streamed down my cheeks, and I unbuckled my seatbelt. "Hey, Fenella, honey." Laird also unfastened his seatbelt. His warm embrace welcomed me without hesitation. He hugged me tightly and let me bury my face in his sturdy chest. I let out all my cries, and he accepted them without reservation. He tenderly rubbed my back. His lips then kissed my temples and shoulder