Natalie,
I looked at my phone screen blankly and I felt so nervous. How long was it? Almost two years? No, it is two years already.
Two years since I saw Emma last time after she helped me to start over and away from all of this s**t. Emma was the only one of my friends to know about Zac and she supported my choice to keep him.
She didn’t judge me; she didn’t try to sway me, she just opened her arms and gave me the push I needed to live freely.
I have memorized her number and even though I know it, I still couldn’t just put the number and call her. I flinched when I felt a firm, big hand squeeze my thigh.
I looked at Petrus, who was smiling at me softly as he patted my son’s back soothingly as he snored in his sleep, and I swallowed harshly.
Ok, I can do this. I need to stop being a
