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CHRISTOPHER
Walking into my home, I let out a huge sigh of relief to finally be in my safe haven. I’d hardly had time to worry about Emma’s car not being where she’d parked it the evening before—she probably went to grab a bite to eat, I’d told myself—when Lisa had shown up in the driveway.
The girls had obviously told her about Emma and the baby, and I suspected Emma’s parents might’ve even spoken to her as well. I don’t know why they thought she’d be able to help, but it seems they’d sent her my way as a last ditch effort to separate me and Emma. That, or Lisa had decided on her own to come over and try to mess with me one last time.
Lisa had spouted some bullshit about wanting to get back together. Even now I wasn’t sure if she actually felt that way, of if she was just doing it
