six
Sally’s Diner
November 1
11:00 a.m.
“What’s wrong?”
Emma glanced up as Elsa slid across the booth from her at Sally’s, but her thoughts were sluggish.
“Did Peter show up early? Is Ava okay?”
The questions bounced around in her head until Emma forced herself to shove each into the proper place.
“Earth to Emma.” Elsa snapped her fingers several times. “You’re scaring me.”
Emma frowned, “Sorry. I just saw something, and I’m trying to make sense of it. I mean, it was …”
“You saw something? Okay,” Elsa leaned forward and crossed her arms on the table. “Was it a person or a thing? Something good or bad?”
“It was my mom,” Emma offered, “and Finn.”
Elsa shrugged, “So. He’s taking her to Portland to get her luggage and a rental car.”
“True,” Emma nodded, sorting through what she’d
