Adeline still needed a few minutes to calm down. Her chest felt tight. Why was she so rattled? Was it because there was a constant thought that loomed over her- What if she could never get them back?
What would her fate be? Will she still die miserably at the hands of Benedict? What about her family?
Edward, for some reason, had decided to stay by her side. She didn't understand why.
She had expected him to mock her, to take some kind of twisted pleasure in seeing her like this. But he didn't.
Instead, he silently handed her a glass of cold lemonade.
Adeline hesitated before taking it. The chill of the glass against her fingers was grounding, and when she finally took a sip, the coldness spread through her, cooling the heat in her chest.
She glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
Why was he doing this?