Emma’s POV
My mom and I hadn’t been close in a while. We weren’t the kind of family that shared Sunday dinners or spoke every day on the phone like normal family members did.
My mom had gotten me from the orphanage when I was younger and we moved to a small farm in the rural Southeast, where life was easy and simple, peaceful even.
Back then, it felt like the world was no bigger than our little house and the fields out front. But when I left for the city, that life started to feel distant.
We grew apart, little by little, until our conversations were just polite check-ins on birthdays or holidays. She didn’t approve of the choices I’d made. Especially when I told her I was marrying Sebastian. We'd had a huge argument about that.
"He’s not right for you," she had told me, coldly. "You come from two different worlds, Emma. You’re just doing this because of Matthew."
Her words stung then, and they still stung now, because for the first time, she was right and I hated that.
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