EMILY'S POV
The morning sun was bright, mocking me with its warmth. The family doctor, Dr Fuzzy, a grumpy old wolf ....told me last night after reviving me ... .that if I don't less stress…I would be six feet below before the summit day.
But here I stood at my window, watching the gardens come to life, trying to remember the last time I'd felt anything close to peace. Months? Years? The weight of everything pressed down on my shoulders….the lies, the fear, the USB that now belonged to Kest.
Ralph was already at breakfast when I came down. He stood when I walked in, pulled out my chair and kissed my cheek. The same routine, every morning like we were actors in a play that never ended.
"Good morning, beautiful." He poured my coffee. "You look tired."
"Didn't sleep well." I sat. "Just st
