"What do you mean you want Emma? She's just a child." I asked slowly, my voice shaking with rage, which I tried to control.
He didn't flinch seeing my reaction; instead, he replied calmly, which unexpectedly fueled my anger, "I know."
"Then why? What could you possibly want with a six-year-old?" I spat out, slamming the table so hard that even my hand went numb for a moment. Everything on that desk jumped.
Almost everything flew in the air, and the moment everything settled, an awkward silence fell as the tension rose in the surrounding, nearly making any person choke, but not me. Not this time.
My breaths were ragged as I did my best not to jump on him, grabbing him by his collar to get my answers.
He was silent for a few seconds, his jaw tightening slightly as he was about to lose his shit, but I did not care. Emma was the only one whom I could all mine.
