Unable to solve Emerald’s relationship woes in a night, Penelope, Harper, and Jessie left her to rest and think. Booking an appointment for therapy and falling asleep in tears, Emerald was going through it. and surprisingly? So was Harper.
“Scott’s dead.” Her monotone in saying those two words making Penelope’s head snap to her, Penelope stared at her best friend who whispered, “He tried to go to this music festival to see this guy he use to know. He got in and they saw each other, and apparently the guy acted like he never knew him. Scott, went and got really high and fell and...apparently those stairs broke a rib and he punctured a lung. They couldn’t save him.”
And he was now gone, and she was numb to it. As was their son who hadn’t shed a tear and instead whispered, “Okay.” Falling
