Emma…
My fingers strum the solid wood of my desk. Thump, thump, thump… okay, I can do this, I think as Rick’s contract stares back at me.
With the last few days being so busy with planning, I have been avoiding this tiny stack of papers. Come on, all you have to do is read it…
It’s a contract for life … with Rick … what about Chance? What would a life with Chance look like? Would it all be on a handful of papers? He said he wants me, but would he want a life with me? I haven’t seen him since that night… Does he still want me?
And who do I want … Rick … Chance? With Rick, I at least know where I stand … he wants me in his life … for life…
My chest heavies and my palms sweat as I reach out and flip the top of the folder open. This is a contract for life… FOR LIFE, Emma. My breath quic
