Emmalee

Time feels suspended as if the world itself has stopped spinning.

The stinging sensation of his slap doesn't leave my cheek. I keep my hand over it, almost like I'm stopping it from spreading deeper into my face, or even my soul. My fingers tremble slightly, betraying my true feelings to him.

All the while, Soren eyes me coldly, showing not an ounce of remorse for what he's done.

I don't know how to approach this matter. My pride has been bruised, and this is no easy thing. My ...