*Emmy*
I take a deep breath and slowly exhale. If he’s not here this time, I’m leaving. I’m not going to sit at a table and wait while the waiters all look at me like I’ve been set up by a date. The reality was so much worse, though.
Thankfully, I don’t need to worry tonight because I see my dad as soon as I step inside the steakhouse. He stands and smiles, and I cross the restaurant to him, letting him wrap his arms around me.
“I’m glad you came,” he says into my hair.
“Me, too,” I reply softly.
He pulls the chair out for me before taking his seat across from me. “How are you, Em?”
“I’m fine,” I answer, looking at the menu, though I know there’s no point. He’s probably already ordered. And as if on cue, a waiter comes with a bottle of wine.
Once the bottle is open and the
