Chapter 19

My attention is quickly pulled to Emery's stomach when she places a hand there. "So, do you think he likes you? And now when he's angry because you harmed him, do you feel bad?

He doesn't like me, therefore no. Furthermore, I don't believe I injured him; I was merely a bitch. I don’t know if that’s why he had a bad day but—”

Emily," she cuts me off. "Not everything is about you, I promise, and I mean that in the greatest manner imaginable. You might not be the cause of his meltdown, as you claim.

I feel my cheeks warm as I acknowledge her accuracy. Steve kind of told me earlier that I make everything about me, which very Edwarde-like. When you put it that way..."

I'm not saying that's the cause or not, but unless you're sure it is, don't be too hard on yourself. You and I probably have a lot in common. We already have plenty to worry about; we don't need to invent additional justifications.

She is correct once more. When she says it, it makes so much sense that I ponder why I didn't c