Emma stared at her phone, her finger hovering over the delete button. The email from her father's lawyer seemed to mock her, its presence a reminder of everything she'd fought to escape. Tom peered over her shoulder, his brow furrowed with concern.
"He wants to apologize?" Tom's voice was thick with disbelief. "After everything he's done?"
Emma scoffed, finally hitting delete with more force than necessary. "Too little, too late. I'm done with him. Forever."
She tossed her phone aside, trying to shake off the residual anxiety that always accompanied thoughts of her father. Tom wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.
"You okay?" he asked softly.
Emma nodded, then took a deep breath. It was now or never. "Actually, there's something I wanted to talk to you about."
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