EMILY
A resigned look settled on her face like a well-worn blanket. “You might have a point. How about I invite him to join us for dinner? I’ll get Rachel ...”
“Are you absolutely certain?” I inquired. “You know me—I wouldn’t want you to do anything that makes you feel awkward or uncomfortable.”
Giving my hands a squeeze, she let out, “You have sacrificed a lot just to have bite of normalcy... if having this guy around makes you feel seen or whatever, then that's the least I can do.” Letting out a sigh, she added, “That said, I think there's someone I kinda need to apologise to.”
I sat in the living room, knowing well that Aunt Lena was going to give Jake an apology that would make him love her— yeah, it was her thing, you know.
But I had one thought. Just one stupid little thought.
