195. Don't call me your dad

Emma stood in the backyard, surrounded by the lush greenery of the open lounge. The fencing at her back was adorned with creeper plants, their delicate tendrils swaying gently in the breeze. Tiny flowers bloomed among the leaves, adding splashes of color to the serene scene.

As the soft, crisp air caressed her skin, Emma hugged her frame, seeking solace in the embrace of the wind. The sound of wind chimes tinkled in the background, their melody a soothing balm to her troubled heart.

But despite the tranquility of her surroundings, a sense of dread gnawed at Emma's insides. Shawn's absence weighed heavily on her mind, his prolonged absence casting a shadow over her thoughts. With each passing day, the ache of his absence grew deeper, a constant reminder of the uncertainty that loomed over their relationship.

Lost in her own thoughts, Emma gazed out into the distance, her eyes searching for any sign of Shawn's return. But as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across