Emerson’s POV
I repacked the small suitcase that Cadi had lent me while she sat on the bed playing peekaboo with Lincoln to keep me company. The older kids were off having some quality time with their grandparents. I don’t know why I was so worried about what I was packing. No matter what I wore when I saw my parents, it would never be good enough.
When I decided weeks ago that I would go back to New York to confront my parents, it all seemed so far away, but now that the day was upon us, I had serious, second thoughts. I was starting to feel like this place was my home, and I shuddered at the idea of returning to the place that I was so unhappy for so many years.
Cadi picked up Lincoln and held him out to me as I tried to pull stuff out of the suitcase again. “Take the baby and sit do
