Sunday morning came quietly.
Emma stood in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, listening to the soft hum of the machine and the occasional creak of the old house settling around her.
Usually, she appreciated quiet.
This morning, it gave her entirely too much room to think.
Yesterday replayed in pieces.
Jackson changing his plans at the last minute.
Jackson showing up at the restaurant.
Then the park.
Then the ice cream shop.
The look on his face when she accused him of only wanting their marriage because another man had shown interest in her.
And then Wade.
The creek.
Fishing.
Laughing until her stomach hurt.
The way he’d noticed she was overwhelmed without her having to tell him.
The way he’d told her he wasn’t interested in competing with Jackson.
And t
