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Jeremy
When after a whole minute they’re all still staring, on the edge of their seats, I swallow my cereal and innocently say, “Emma Woodmansee? She’s fine.”
Mom won’t quit with that I know everything face.
“Is there something I’m missing?” Freddie asks, rubbing his unshaven chin.
If not for him being here, I would glide up the stairs and just leave everyone wondering. But boy, would I like to see his face when he finds out. Not gonna lie, he had me worried when I kept reading his name over and over again in Emma’s emails.
Feigning disinterest, I say, “Emma and I might have had a talk.”
Dad squints, smirking. “And?”
I smile into my cereal bowl for a moment. I stuff another ridiculous helping into my mouth, and make an apologetic face. Ope, sorry, mouth’s full.
Jamie’s fac
