"Ah, never mind then," James said as eyed Emma's hand.
It was now or never.
He laced his fingers into hers.
Emma, whose attention had swiftly changed from her lap to his hand, was dumbfounded.
"I...what...what are you doing?" She asked, not at all uncomfortable.
"Emma, I…" He trailed off, his words stuck in his throat.
A voice in his head whispered, 'Abort! Abort! Change the subject! Change it to ANYTHING else!'
He shook his head.
"Emma, I'm so sorry about Lily," he said, the words he wanted to say still stuck in his throat.
Emma showed him a sad smile.
"She didn't deserve any of this," she said, her voice so soft that it was barely a whisper.
James tilted his head.
There goes her emotions. She was back to her sad self. If only there was something that would temporarily help her with it.
She had seemed so happy, up until Lily was brought up.
