Tom I breathe heavily as I collapse in my bed tonight. I hear Emma as she moves about our room prepping herself for bed. She seems to be adjusting well to the new life we’ve made for ourselves. I know that it’s difficult on her, but she’s trying to move forward and not focus on our past. I still haven’t contacted any of the others. I think it’s for the best. I know that they’re mad at me, but it truly is for the best. Emma seems to know my thoughts because she reassures me, “You made the right choice, my love.” I nod, “I know, Em.” I look at her as she brushes her hair and begins to put it in a side braid. She glances over at me and I ask her, “How are you enjoying the new job?” I’m trying to do anything to distract myself from my own thoughts and she knows that, but goes along w

