Emily Rose POV.
We sat down on the couch after a very long and very comforting hug that I'd received from her. She smiled softly as she moved the tray of food towards me.
"Eat, Emily. The pups need nutrition. And a little bit of sugar can't hurt, either," she playfully winked at me and picked up a strawberry from the plate.
Something was different about her. In blue jeans and a simple yellow T-shirt with white sneakers, she looked like a high school student. Before, she'd seemed like a malnourished, abused teenager. Could a few pounds make such a difference? Her long black hair curled slightly at the ends, and her blue eyes were sparkling with... happiness?
Oh my God! Something must have changed while I was away, and I was very happy for her. She deserved every wonderful thing that cou
