- Troy Lancaster -
I open my eyes to the sun shining through the curtains, lighting up the room. I stretch an arm to touch Em's side of the bed, then remember she's not there. I hate the idea of her staying in the guest room, away from me.
I screwed up last night when I started an argument with her. I should have known she'd notice my odd behavior and it shows my guilt. I don't how to break things to her just yet. The last thing I want is for her to be upset when I tell her why I had Forrest bring her home last night and the extra security.
I lift the covers off me, the memory of Ember putting me to bed coloring my mind. No matter how mad she is, she's still the sweetest person I know.
I head to the kitchen where I begin making cheesy eggs, sausage, bacon, pancakes, and h
