EMILY’S POV
I am so sorry, Emily says, as Sheila glances at her.
She bent down to pick the spoon, her heart in her throat.
She dropped the spoon in the sink, along with her remaining food before going to her room.
They needed privacy, and Emily didn’t want to sit there to listen to Roman’s answer.
Why was she always in a messy situation? She asked herself.
She laid there, thinking about what happened between her and Roman, her thoughts spiraling.
What if Roman accepted?
What was she going to do huh!!
He had promised to stay by her side, but for how long?
She sighed, confused.
Exhaustion creeped in slowly as she drifted off to sleep.
Chaira was standing in front of a large red house. Emily could see through her eyes, as their paws sink into the soil.
She looks down, not
