*Jim*
We were all laughing and having a good time, but Emmy looked at her phone and got quiet.
“What’s goin’, Darlin’,” I whisper in her ear.
She smiles at me sadly and turns her phone so that I can see the text message from Lucy.
-You’ll be pleased to know I’ll be gone before you come back home.
I pull her chair beside mine and tuck her under my arm protectively. I know that Lucy’s moving has been hard for her, and now that it’s real, it’s hitting her. I kiss her head, unsure what I should do for her, as she plasters a fake smile on her face to carry on with her friends.
I help Emmy into the truck, that impossibly short dress teasing me, but as I get in, I can see that her sad mood has returned.
“I’ve never lived alone,” she says softly.
“What are you worried about?” I ask h
