Chapter sixty.

Emily's POV.

My footsteps echoed through my office as I paced back and forth, my mind whirling with conflicting emotions.

My frustration and anger seeped into every step I took.

My thoughts spun around like a turmoil, each new thought blending into the next until they formed a dizzying blur of pressure.

I didn't know what to do.

Merely having thoughts about returning to New York broke me, not speaking of truly having to return there.

As I continued to pace, the knot in my stomach tightened, growing larger and more imposing with every step. I stopped suddenly, sending my hands through my hair as if I could physically squeeze out my thoughts and have them not disturb me anymore.

But nothing could take it away, there were a million thoughts and a million tiny voices in my head reminding me how close I was to my past yet again.

Just when I thought I have managed to escape it.

Here it was again, staring at me deep in the eyes.

I was at crossroads.

All I wanted was to reject the offer