The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, but it couldn't dispel the coldness that lingered between Emma and Jackson. Neither of them had spoken since the night before; neither wanted to bridge the gap between them. Emma woke up earlier than usual, but instead of waiting for Jackson to drive her to work, she decided to drive herself. She didn't want to face him, didn't want to look into his eyes right now.
Jackson was accustomed to driving Emma to work every morning, but when he descended the stairs, her car was already gone. He stood there, feeling the tension in his chest. But both were stubborn, neither willing to back down.
On her way to the office, Emma's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Discomfort and frustration rose within her like a storm. She couldn't stop thinking about what had happened the night before. Everything kept spinning in her head, making it impossible to focus on anything.