Emma
I found it somewhat ironic that the first time I left Cole’s building was because Carter was unwilling to let Theresa inside. He was still protective of our space.
Amanda had been to our building back home once. Noah had come over a few times, but Theresa still hadn’t been inside. I knew it bothered her, but it wasn’t my call. Carter had his reasons, and they were pretty obvious. He didn’t trust her. The rest of us respected his decision, even Theresa, but when I got a phone call from her the next day in New York, we were faced with the same dilemma.
“You never texted me back!”
I cringed, holding the phone away as Theresa yelled from the other end. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? Sorry? If you were sorry, you would’ve texted me back. I have problems. I have issues that need talking about, a
