Emily’s POV

The drive back from the cabin felt longer than the way there to me.

Dario kept one hand on the wheel and the other on my thigh the whole time, rubbing slow circles with his thumb.

I tried to make it feel normal, stared out of the windows but still my stomach stayed tight the entire ride.

Every time I looked at his hand the bruises looked worse.

We returned home late from the airport.

Dario carried the bags inside and kissed my forehead when he passed me in the hallway. ...