Emma was trapped in a memory.. or a dream.. She wasn't sure. Was this what it was supposed to be like when you saw your life pass before your eyes? Because it was all out of order. She watched her father walk out on her mother at her sixteenth birthday party. Well, the party that was supposed to be her sixteenth birthday party, but her father's family had hijacked it and turned it into a 'welcome home' party for her father. Which he had promptly ruined anyway by walking out on her mother for the last and final time, slamming the divorce papers on the table in front of everyone while Emma sat there with disbelief and tears in her eyes. She battled with the guilt of feeling angry that the whole thing had happened at her party for years, and watching the memory replay was like reopening
