CHAPTER 22: EMMA

Stupid stupid girl.

Do I even have the right to feel this way? We just had sex, it was just sex, it's not like we're a real married couple.

No matter how many reasons I find, I can't seem to find one to justify the way I'm feeling now. Perhaps it's the feeling of being an idiot, I came all this way to have his breakfast delivered, like a doting wife.

I've overstepped my boundaries, fine, do whatever you want Liam. This means I can do whatever I want to as well, I mean…it always has.

Fuck this, I'll just visit my mom, she recently had surgery, she'll need some fruits to strengthen her immune system.

I bought a fruit basket on my way to the hospital, I had it wrapped and customized with a note attached to it.

I don't miss the smile on her face when she sees me. She looks pale and has lost a lot of weight, her head is covered with a chemo hat.

She has a rosary in her hand, her caretaker is by her side arranging a few things, I have Liam to thank for that.

But we're not thinking about him