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SULLEN FIVE-YEAR-OLD
A while later, after another intense round that shot us both to the moon at once, I’m lounging on the couch. Darcy naps on the bed while Jo is working downstairs in her study. I have my e-reader, though the screen is black since it gave up on me turning a page. I can’t focus on my book. My mind keeps going back to Emma. It’s finally occurred to me that if I hadn’t been recovering from injuries and recent trauma, I probably wouldn’t have taken the surprise revelation so personally. It was her secret to tell, after all. Her keeping it from me wasn’t because of anything I said or did. It had nothing to do with me. Besides, this is Emma. My best friend in the world. I know her, despite this disclosure. If she didn’t tell me, it was because she had good reason not to. I
