50. Moving on

4 months later

Emi wraps her arms around me while I take a last look around in my room and take the last thing standing on my night table in the hand. A photo from Jake and me as youths. Emi had taken it secretly during one of our first kisses. My heart skips a beat looking at the happy couple. Little did we know what we would have to go through. I press it hard against my chest, cherishing it.

"So much for boys, booze and party," she sighs.

"We can still stick to party. I may be pregnant but not sick. I'll just skip the other parts. I'm sure some distractions won't harm me."

Emi came back during the night of the gun shoot after Evans had given her a call. I know how sorry she is about not telling me the truth about how my mum got killed and what really happened with Michael and his family. She stuck day and night with me, taking terms with Evans while I was crying my balls out. I don't think me or our little baby would have survived the shock of all what happened if it hadn't been fo