“I am no one’s substitute! I am my own person!”
“You should be happy to be Grace’s substitute. But don’t flatter yourself. If I wasn’t drunk, I’d never mistake you for her,” Will sneered.
That was a lie. He called her Grace the night they met. And he wasn’t drunk then. Emma regretted her earlier decision. Why did she come to check on him at all? He was a despicable, callous, self-centered jackass. Why did she care for him at all?
“There isn’t any comparison between the two of you anyway. You could never be her.”
“You really don’t get. Not at all,” Emma said with a sad smile. Will raised his eyebrows in confusion.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“The difference between us. I would never laugh at someone who was in pain. I would never ridicule or belittle someone who was hurting
