What choice did he have? #amwriting

Matt peeked into the front window of the car while keeping some focus on the building in the background.

It had been weeks since he'd seen her. She hadn't called. Why hadn't she called?

He punched the code into the side door, praying the alarm wouldn't go off.

It didn't.

His breath stilled. A quick glance back at the building and he sat himself in the front seat.

What are you looking for? A voice from the back of his mind hissed at him.

It sounded like her voice.

He missed her voice so much.

I don't know. 

He let out his breath. I don't KNOW what I'm looking for. Something. ANYthing.

And he was still again.

He reached over and flicked open the glove compartment. Rifled through the contents with hopes he'd find something in there to let him know what was going on. With her. With the baby. His baby. Their baby.

He found nothing. He knew he wouldn't. If Em was anything she was predictable. Her car was spotless. No stray slips of paper with handwritten notes. No random receipts for items unknown. Nothing to tie him to her or the baby.

Was there still a baby? 

He froze at the thought. Tears pooled and surfaced. Streaming down his face as he tilted his heads into his hands.

A slight shift.

The horn blared.

He looked up and she was there.

"Em," he heard himself whisper.

"Matt? Matt what the hell are you - - "

He looked down at her hand, resting against the taut pull of her sweater and felt himself smile. A glimmer of hope fluttered in his heart. He looked back up at her face.

She was not smiling.

"What the hell are you doing in my car, Matthew?"

He pushed back more tears as he prepared to explain.

** It has been a really long time since we've seen Matt and Em. Their entire story thus far is here for you to review, should you choose. Write on Edge offered us a prompt filled with line-crossing. I found Matt to be the character I have right now most worthy of participating. Constructive criticism is welcome. **

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