After church, you’re surrounded by ladies wishing you well on your upcoming wedding. They mean well, but you know they mostly want to hear secrets. You leave your mother to deal with them while you walk outside. The hot sun beats down on you. Emmett lingers by the church steps, a thumb hooked in one belt loop. When he sees you, he gives a small nod, eyes a little unsure. Wasn’t expectin’ to talk today. But, uh—guess I oughta say somethin’… Pause I’m sorry this all got decided for us.
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