Emily's perspective:
Gabby sits on the couch in front of me. She is still p*ssed at me for taking her away from Austin, but I can see in her face that she, like me, is torn between letting the passion and happiness of fate (the first real happiness we've had in a long time) take us and sticking with the original plan.
“It's the only plan that I can imagine will get us out of Alaska before Vin finds us. I'm sorry," I say.
Arms crossed, she rolls her eyes to face the ceiling. “Whatever. I know. I know. It's just, how can I?"
I try to come up with an answer to her the question I know she is attempting to ask. I want to tell her that she just has to let go, that she just has to deal with it and move on. But the fact that Grant was right, that Gabby and Austin were just innocently walking
