“Thanks, Sam.” Derek shook Sam's hands. “You've been a great friend.”
“You had my back then in college, so I had to do this for you,” Sam answered. She pulled back her arm, took up the glass of wine and sipped gently. “Anything for you, Derek.”
Derek sat back into his chair, his wine glass tightly held in the other hand while he swirled the liquid inside.
“Thanks.”
There was silence between them for some minutes except for the occasion chirping of birds. Derek’s winery wasn't always this quiet, he had workers who always came in early and left late.
But today, he needed to be alone with Sam for them to talk.
“It must have been hard on Emily.” Sam broke their silence. “Mrs Johnson said she saw Emily’s face looking swollen the evening before she left.”
“Yeah, He's been in her life for
