12 - A Present
Emma
Before
“What the f**k?”
I didn’t know if I uttered those words, or if Caleb or Aaron did. I blinked. Confused, hurt, sad, and raw. I felt like I was split open from my heart. Well, at least Caleb had succeeded in giving me what I needed.
He had officially distracted me from my mother’s funeral.
I turned, ready to leave—
“Em, wait!”
I glared at him, not caring that he was doing his zip up. “If either of you ruined my Egyptian cotton sheets, I’ll sue you. Clean up your own mess and get out.”
I left the room and locked myself in the nearest washroom.
My knuckles turned white at how hard I was clutching the sink. I ignored the pleading voice of Caleb, squeezing my eyes shut and lowering on the floor, covering my face.
This wasn’t how my mom’s funeral was s
