Emma’s POV…
I get three weeks with Andrew. Three weeks of love and wonderful memories. His face is getting better every day. A couple days into this, my car was delivered with a fixed bumper. Every single day has been filled with such sweet memories, from waking up in his loving arms, to sweet deliveries at work, and falling asleep in his arms every night. Everything has been peaceful. Rob hasn’t texted or called. We both still feel like we’re being watched but it’s not threatening.
It’s Thursday morning and Andrew is leaving on Saturday morning headed to his first hitch as the crew foreman. He’s nervous. It’s obvious. I’m getting ready for work and he’s starting to pack his big travel bag.
“Emma, baby let’s eat out tonight and tomorrow night. I don’t want you to waste a second cleani
