“Now, Emma!” he growls my way, and I realize this is futile; he won’t let me leave until I do. I take a deep breath and stare at him as I tell him in detail as much as I can remember. He sits the whole time in silence, jaw clenched and brows down in a glare, watching me intensely. I hate him looking at me that way. I’m doubting myself now, wondering if he’s thinking I’m a drama queen, if he even believes me, or is wondering why I would assume Dan had done anything ...