Emily's POV
I don't know how much time I have spent planning our trip next week. I don't know how long ago it was when my mother left me. No, scratch that. When my mother got bored out of her mind with me thinking out loud about what I should do, what I should plan.
I had ideas, but I don't know if he would mistake them for pity or sympathy towards him rather than a kind and thoughtful gesture. She told me to do it though, before she kissed me goodnight and headed upstairs to bed.
As for me, I stayed later than I intended to. I could feel my eye muscles tiring and begging me to just shut the laptop and go to sleep already. But being the perfectionist I was destined to be, I went over everything from the beginning.
I booked the best rooms, the ones with a pool view and, most importantl
