EMMA'S POV
The soft light in the dining room created a cozy atmosphere as my mother and I set the table for dinner. The house was quiet, and the aroma of dinner hung in the air when Bobby appeared in the doorway.
“How's Noah?” my mother asked, her concern evident.
Bobby smiled, easing our apprehensions. “Mr. Williams is resting very well. It seems that coming home has done him good.”
Jacelyn, grateful for the news, prepared two plates and declared that she would have dinner with my father in the bedroom. She left, leaving me alone with Bobby. An involuntary smile broke out on my lips when I realized that we would be having dinner for two.
“Looks like we're on our own tonight,” I commented, approaching Bobby with the intention of kissing him.
However, he shied away subtly, his express
