POV EMMA
I stood outside the farm, the gentle wind blowing through the fields as I waited for Bobby to appear. The silence hanging in the air was only interrupted by my own emotional turmoil. My father's abrupt decision to ask Bobby to leave without explanation left me confused and restless.
Finally, Bobby emerged, a suitcase in hand, his expression serious. He had decided to move on without resistance, as if accepting the order with resignation. Seeing him, a lump formed in my throat, and I struggled to comprehend what was happening.
“Need a ride?” I offered, trying to keep my voice steady despite the lump in my throat.
Bobby declined with a nod. “No need, Emma. I've already called a taxi.”
His brief response echoed in the space between us, and I couldn't help but notice the distance
