Emma
I hear footsteps but I know without turning that it wasn’t James who followed me outside.
James doesn’t follow anyone, right? Besides the pretty woman in the picture, I remind myself. The way she was looking at him. The way he was looking at her.
Jesus, I am such an i***t. I continue walking until Annette eventually catches up with me. We are in the middle of the big front yard and I pause.
“Annette, “ I exhale heavily and turn to her, “As I already told you- you win. I am leaving and I think we’ll both be thankful that we won't see each other again. What else do you want from me?”
“Nothing, “ Annette shrugs, “I just wanted to make sure you don't expect James to come running after you. “
I almost rolled my eyes. Annette is one of those people who would not only shoot you in
