Emily
Lost in thought, I remembered the day Bronn tried to convince me to move to Henderson with Willow. It was months ago...
My phone buzzed with a message from Bronn:
Bronn: 'Emily, why are you turning down my offer? This isn't just about us, and it's for Willow. We'll get along so our daughter can have the complete family she deserves. We'll let the public know slowly, but I really want to keep this quiet for now so Willow doesn't get hounded by paparazzi and gossip columnists.'
A tickle in my nose preceded a sudden sneeze. The bright screen of my phone seemed to pierce my already strained eyes, so I set it aside.
Not a single thing Bronn said made me happy. I allowed him to visit our child; I think he already won her over—with nothing more than a clubhouse sandwich! Tss!
But I ca
