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Emerson’s POV
I woke up alone in bed with only a note to say that Declan had gone see my dad. It still felt weird saying that even a day later. Went spent all last night talking. He wanted to know all about my life, everything he had missed. I had to talk him out of flying to New York to tear my adoptive parents apart limb from limb. Thinking about it now, maybe I should have left out them locking me in the looney bin and having me arrested. I even found out some stuff about my mom. Apparently, the artistic gene ran in the family. He promised to show me her studio sometime today.
I didn’t sleep much last night. I kept going over everything over and over again. When did this become my life? If you had asked me a few months ago what I was most wor
