Emily's POV
“I’m going to get a job,”
Tyler just stared at me for a moment, his eyes searching mine as if trying to figure out whether I was serious or not. Then he caught himself. “You’re going to… do what?” he asked softly, almost in disbelief.
I sighed, shifting slightly as Wendy stood behind me, ready to leave. “I’m going to get a job, okay? I’m going with Wendy. We’re running late. Let me pass.” I tried to move past him, but he stepped in front of me, blocking the way.
“Why do you need to get a job?”
I took a deep breath. “Why not?” I asked, meeting his gaze. “I need to fend for myself. I need to… feed myself. I can’t just… rely on anyone forever.”
Tyler looked at me, his brows knitting together. “Fend for yourself? Why do you need to do that, Emily
