Chapter 72. Trauma

Emery’s POV

“Sit down,” Terrence said as soon as we got to the living room of my condo—our condo, rather since he’s already living here and he’s actually the one who bought this.

“Sit down, Emery. So we can talk about our problems.”

I rolled my eyes and dropped myself on the couch but I groaned when I sat on something and I realized it was the remote control. I looked at Terrence with an annoyed face but he shot his brow up.

“You were the one who’s always watching TV, Emery.”

I grimaced and threw the remote on the coffee table. It rolled on the table and landed on the carpeted floor. Terrence sighed and picked it up before he put it on the coffee table and sat on the couch across from me. His legs were parted as he sat there comfortably and landed his eyes on me.

“I still wanna ask you the same question I asked before but I know you won’t answer me just like how you walked out on me that day.”

I looked away. How can I answer him prope