Asking for permission to take Emma out had been one of the most emotional things ever. I had sat down with Madam telling me Emma’s whole life story while Emma got ready. She had been so proud of her and wished she could do something that would have Emma go back to school and have a happy life. It was something that was weighing heavy on Madam’s heart but stated that she couldn’t do that as they all relied on Emma.
I swallowed, waving at Madam who was sitting on the porch after Emma asked a hundred times if she would be okay. A blanket was draped over Madam, a bowl of food in hand.
Zack opened the door for us as I slid in, turning to see Emma just standing there. She looked amazing with the shoes having fit her well. As thought, the shirt was a dress to her and the jacket tamed it
