45
Singer
77 days with Miles
They found Emery on the sofa in the living room.
“Sorry. Felt like I should stay around. Or something.” He rubbed his eyes, more harshly than strictly necessary, and shook his head. “I feel responsible.”
“For what?” Singer asked, handing him a cup of coffee and sinking down next to Jake in the two-seater.
“Lisa disappearing. I don’t know. Maybe I pressured her. I was trying to keep it light, keep it fun, it seemed like she’d had so little of that lately.”
“Well, get in line. You’re at least behind me, Emery.”
“You’re all narcissists,” Jake mumbled into his coffee. “Lisa left because she wanted to leave. When she wants to come back, she’ll come back.”
“Thanks for the compassion, Sunshine,” Emery said.
Jake shrugged. “When Carey ran away from home, he w
