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Emily Monroe
The night ended the exact way I would’ve expected it to but my morning didn’t start the way I would’ve wanted.
While cocooned in the arms of Stiles, my fiancé, I got a terrible call about my father having a minor heart attack. I had no idea what that meant and Stiles got his privet jet for us to fly down back home.
Stepping into the city felt different. I felt different, in contrast to the girl who had left. I remember when I left, I didn’t think I’d end up living with Stiles in another city and surely never thought he would fall in love with me.
Coming back, I was more fulfilled and now all I needed was my father to survive whatever attack this was. I couldn’t lose him.
He was the only one I had apart from Stiles.
“Where is my father?” I asked the butler, the momen
