EMILY’S POV.

I wiped my wet eyes, not wanting the nasty tears to fall, or for John to see them. It would be embarrassing, and I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction he craved.

“I think you should go alone.” I said, wrapping my scarf closer around me.

“Why?”

“I think I’m having stomach ache. It hurts too much to keep walking. I’ll be in the car.” I said, and began to walk away.

He wouldn’t force me to continue with his stupid business idea when my stomach was aching, ...