~ Emery ~
I had barely gone out of my room ever since the day I almost left for Japan.
Before anyone judges, they must note that I wasn't thinking straight, because as soon as Chloe told me about Sam finding out, all forms of reasoning disappeared.
All I just wanted to do was run. Escape to anywhere. As long as me and my son would never be found.
Not my proudest decisions.
I was certain Chloe would've been furious. Who knows, she might never have forgiven me.
Even now, when I hadn't ran away, she still refused to talk to me.
I hadn't seen much of her, but the few times we had together, she'd frown, ask if I was ready to tell her the truth, and leave when my reply was the same. Silence.
Today however, with me on my way to meet Sam, she came over to the room, Donald in hand.
“Thank
