If desperation had a name, it would be Emma. And Benjamin couldn’t stand the sight of her teary eyes and pitiful face after he spoke to his stepsister. Having excused himself, he made a beeline to the outside world, and she followed after him into the darkness of the night.
“Shouldn’t you be staying?” He asked as he came to a halt, not bothering to turn around.
“I’m afraid you’ll disappear and I’ll never see you again,” she admitted in a low ashamed tone.
“Isn’t it your best friend’s wedding, woman?” Was his retort.
“She’ll understand one day,” she told him in a soft tone that bordered on the broken.
“Understand what exactly?” He quipped cynically. “That you want to be tied down to a man who’s for all intents and purposes a stranger? I could be psychopath for all you know.”
“You
