“Are you kidding me? Emma! You have always been there for me. I’ll never be able to repay you for all you’ve done for me over the years. Gods, it’s you who are the strong one.”
Her sad tone gets to me. “You’ve just proven my point. Honey. There isn’t a tally sheet here, Libby. It isn’t tit for tat with us. We do things for each other regardless of the cost to ourselves. Just because we love each other.”
Her impassioned words stay with me long after our conversation ends. I respect her too much to ignore what she said. In our years together, she’s never steered me wrong. She knows me better than I know myself, apparently.
I’m not surprised when Jo comes home shortly after that, far earlier than she has in days. I catch snippets of a tense conversation through the closed door, but not eno
