POV EMMA
I took a deep breath, trying to maintain composure after the unexpected scene I witnessed in Bobby's room. I picked up the glass of water and took a long sip, feeling the coolness of the liquid refresh my troubled mind. Bobby appeared in the kitchen, dressed more appropriately, and I couldn't help but sigh in relief.
“Ready to start the day?” he asked, looking completely at ease in his black polo shirt and beige pants.
I stared at his choice of clothes and grimaced, thinking about the harsh reality of life on the farm. “These aren't exactly work clothes around here,” I said, scratching my head. “But later, we can go to town to buy some proper ones.”
Bobby smiled confidently. “I feel good like this, Emma. No need to worry.”
I laughed, imagining how he would feel in a few hours
