EMILY
Now you might call me a loser; a pile of mess on two feet; a child with more emotions than she can navigate. You will hit the mark bullseye on any of those. Look, I knew that I was the one who said all the things I said to Nolan, and while Nolan was the one who asked to see me, I could have told him no. But no, I had to go there and be mean to him. Regardless, sitting in the kitchen, I felt so f*****g bad for speaking to Nolan the way I did. f**k it. The way he must be feeling now.
“Oh, yeah, screw this,” I murmured, biting on my lower lip. “Shouldn't have done that, Emily, you really shouldn't have.”
Aunt Lena, dishing the soups into the plate, shifted her stare to me, “Shouldn't have done what?”
Feigning a smile, I replied, “Don't mind me… I know better than to mix those colou
