FALLING For EDWARD
she said, not even looking up.
Helen gave a tight smile. “We have toast and eggs ready.”
“I said pancakes.”
Abby stayed quiet. She wasn’t sure if it was her place to speak, but something about Emma’s tone made her chest tighten.
A few minutes later, Mr. Edward walked in, dressed in a sharp navy shirt and slacks.
“Good morning,” he said, nodding at them.
“Morning, sir,” Abby and Helen said together.
Emma just muttered, “Morning,” and sat down with a loud sigh.
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