Still silent.
His jaw tightened.
“Say something, Emily.”
“What would you like me to say?”
The irritation returned instantly.
“Stop acting like I committed a crime.”
I looked directly into his eyes.
“You humiliated me in front of hundreds of people.”
“You’re exaggerating.”
“You grabbed my arm hard enough to leave bruises.”
“You always make everything bigger than it really is.”
There it was.
The familiar script.
