Chapter 6
Emily
Wednesday night
Liquid courage pushes me to fear’s edge and plunges me over. Before I can back out, I am already writing a response message to Sevin’s last, my fingers shaking as I type, glancing at Sevin’s final message, eyes blurred from salty Chicago rain.
Sevin:
So, what do you say?
The message stares back at me like a neon sign, and I take a deep breath, exhaling doubt.
Emily:
I say yes… I can be there in about an hour and a half, if that’s okay. I would like to talk to you.
And only talk. At least that’s what I tell myself.
Because I know I need to explain to Sevin exactly who I am.
The message is bold. It doesn’t make any sense. And it’s several days late, but it doesn’t stop me from sending it, a butterfly fluttering in the pit of my stomach as I squirm o
