Chapter Thirty-Eight
‘Do what’s right for you.’ • * * Home. Hugh pulled up outside her place and for once he didn’t know what to do or say. She was close to tears, he knew, and he guessed, rightly, that she just wanted to get inside. He’d have loved to be invited in, not just her home but her mind. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow,’ Emily said. ‘I’ll be here at ten,’ Hugh said. ‘Emily…’ His hand went to her cheek. ‘I’m sorry tonight was tough on you.’ ‘Thanks.’ She moved her cheek from his hand. ‘I’m going to go in. I’ll post some of the wedding photos onto f*******: tomorrow, I’m too tired tonight.’ I get the message, Em, Hugh thought as she walked up the path. Why couldn’t he accept it, though? • * * Emily let herself into the home that was her haven. Flat shares had felt as chaotic as her chil
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