Broken

She opened the door slowly, the smell of singed cheese meeting her nostrilsand she breifly wondered if Emmett had burned his grilled cheese again. Tossing her bag against the wall, she began pulling off her coat when she heard him come out of the kitchen. She was about to smile in relief when she took in his angry stance. He looked livid. His face was dark, his usually light blue eyes were dark and stormy. She stopeed, staring at him, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest as she wondered what had caused him to look so angry.

"Where were you?" Emmett asked, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes piercing into hers.