“It started out that way, yes, but as you said, things changed.”
Emma shook her head. “How can I ever trust you after this?”
“Trustme?” Henry was near shouting now. “Your trustworthiness is the one that should be in question after what you did to me.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “That’s not fair.”
“It’s perfectly fair. You can’t be upset with me for attempting the exact same thing you did to me. And I forgave you for it.”
Emma shook her head. “Clearly you haven’t if you’re still holding it against me. And clearly we don’t know each other at all if we can’t trust each other.”
“Don’t do this, Emma. Please.” Henry stepped forward, desperation in his green eyes. “That fool Bernard conveniently left out the part where I said I’d given up on that plan because I loved you and I wanted to marry you. I was being sincere.”
Emma wanted to thrill at his words, but she still felt dampened and devastated by all the words preceding them.
Shaking her head, Emma said, “What if you don’t know how to be sincere?”
Henry hung his hands in defeat. “You don’t believe that.”
“I don’t know what to believe.” She pressed her hands to her face and shook her head. Her heart was hurting, her thoughts jumbled in confusion. “But I can’t be with you right now.”
Then wrapping her arms around herself, Emma turned and ran back to Mrs. Dunn’s side, begging her to take her home. She couldn’t be in the same place as Henry Godwin anymore.