It’s like they were stuck in some sort of torturous cycle. One of them was always to mess something up, and the other wouldn’t be receptive enough to listen. It was so stupid. Why did they continue to do this to each other? Emma’s thoughts were interrupted by her phone buzzing. It was Will. She took a deep breath and answered.
“I need to talk to you,” she said as a greeting.
“Did you come to the hospital to verbally attack Grace?” he asked.
“I went there to find you. Instead, I found out that you were with her the day you came back from Italy. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Are you still stuck on that day? I thought we talked about this!”
“No, we talked about you seeing her after the funeral and then about the day you two were having lunch. We never talked about why you
