EMMA'S POV
Mrs. Kowalski discovers I'm crying over a commercial about puppies.
"Kochanie, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. The puppies found homes and it's just so beautiful." I'm sobbing into a throw pillow at ten in the morning, still in my pajamas.
She sits beside me, rubbing my back. "Hormones are terrible things. When I was pregnant with my daughter, I cried because my husband folded the towels wrong."
"Did it get better?"
"Eventually. Then the baby came and I cried about everything else." She smiles. "But you have good reason to cry. This is hard thing you're doing."
"I signed up for it."
"Doesn't make it easier." She studies my face. "You like him. Mr. Dominic."
"What? No. It's just a contract."
"Contract doesn't make you look at him the way you do."
"I don't look at him any way.
