EMILY’S POV.

John and I got home late in the night, and I got down from the car, slowly.

“Did he hurt you?” John asked.

I shook my head.

“Did anyone else try to harm you?” He asked, walking towards me, and I shook my head again. “All he did was cut your hair?”

I nodded. “Did you eat? What did you eat?”

“Rice. Steamed vegetables. Braised chicken.”

“Now you’re speaking.” He said, and walked away, sticking his hands into his pockets.

I followed after him, and went ...