"What if I made a mistake?" I paced around my place, at the foot of my bed. "What if I was hard to Jackson? I mean, he was only trying to help,"
"Okay, calm down Emmy. It's nothing like that," Amandla sighed. "You're overthinking this,"
"No, I'm not," I shook my head, gripping my hair. "I shouldn't have been harsh on him,"
"Emmy, stop," Amandla pulled me to the bed, stopping me from pacing any further. "I get it. You were upset. I mean, you almost lost your job. But he...he really didn't mean to. He had no idea. If anything, he was looking out for you. Don't feel bad, he understands,"
"You don't know that," I murmured. "Maybe I should call him and apologize,"
"Okay," Amandla nodded.
I pursed my lips. What if he doesn't want to talk to me? What if he pushes me away? He's been so nice
