SEBASTIAN'S POV
The tires screeched slightly as I turned the corner, driving faster than I probably should have. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles white.
I tried to keep my breathing steady, but my chest felt tight. Impatient wasn’t even the right word for what I was feeling, I was on edge. I wanted to get home as soon as possible.
I didn’t even know what I was expecting when I got home. Maybe I thought Emma would still be there, that I could finally get her to talk to me. Maybe I could fix this, or at least try. I need to try. I didn't want us to separate. I wanted…needed her.
When I pulled into the driveway, the door was slightly open, and my heart jumped. She had to be inside. She hadn’t left yet. Relief flooded through me, and I practically bolted out of the car.
But when I stepped into the house, I froze.
My dad was sitting on the sofa. His posture was stiff, his face stern and unreadable as usual, but his eyes, there was something else. Anger, maybe di
