Emma’s POV…
Oh my god. His dad? I’m not ready!
“Okay. Thanks Zac. Do I need to leave?”
“No Emma. I just wanted you awake. You were talking in your sleep. Do you want to leave?” Zac is looking at me like I’ve grown another head.
“No. I can’t leave him.” I squeeze his hand and kiss it.
“Okay. I’ll step out and let him come in. Emma, he’s nice. He will love you just like Andrew does.” Zac patted my shoulder and left the room.
I exhaled as the door shut but I didn’t know that as Zac stepped out, Mr Miller stepped in.
“You must be Emma.” Oh god. I look and he looks like an older, slimmer Andrew. I relax instantly.
“Oh yes sir.” I haven’t let go of Andrew’s hand.
He notices and rubs Andrew’s forehead gently, pushing his burnt hair back, and kisses his head. “I love you son.”
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