EMILY
Now back in the warmth of the house, I returned to the dining area and began eat the leftover from the morning. I didn't like that I even believed Jake was capable of steal Rachel's ring. Damn it. It's no wonder, prior to Jake, I haven't had a real boyfriend. I was too uptight and downright paranoid.
“But at least now I knew for sure,” I muttered to myself, perhaps trying to convince myself that I wasn't crazy.
There was no predicting life, was there? The day I first saw Jake, I couldn't have guessed that we would date and that I would be with him, find solace in his presence. Here we are, aren't we? Now that everything I use to hold onto didn't appear as firm as I had thought, and Jake— who wasn't much more than a stranger, really— was the arm holding me up. Who could have gues
