His jaw tightened. “There’s nothing wrong.” Emily frowned, “You don’t seem fine.” He stood abruptly, pacing toward the window. “Emily, not everything has to be talked about.” She blinked, stung by the sharpness in his tone. “I’m just trying to help.” He turned then, his expression strained. “You can’t help if you’re not being honest.”
The words hit her like a slap. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, her voice breaking. “Forget it,” he muttered, rubbing his forehead. “I just need some space.” “James,” she said quietly, “please don’t do this.” But he was already heading for the door, grabbing his keys and jacket. “I just need to think,” he said, voice cracking. “I need to clear my head.”