My Cheating Mate
"I don't care if it takes weeks or months or years. I will find them. And when I do—"
"We find them," Emma corrected firmly. "Together. Like everything else."
I looked at her—this incredible woman who had survived more than anyone should ever have to survive. Who had sat alone for two hours with the knowledge that her daughter was being stalked, and had held herself together through sheer force of will. Who was already thinking tactically, strategically, about how to fight back.
"Together," I agreed.
Grace woke fully then, her tiny face scrunching as she prepared to cry. Emma lifted her smoothly, beginning to nurse. The most normal, peaceful scene imaginable.