Chapter 42 - The Widow
Emily's POV
Seeing as Thomas is still frozen in place, mouth gaping like a fish out of water and his brain probably seeing from hearing the last thing he was prepared for, I sober up quickly and unlock the door, opening it wide. Both be and Thomas openly stare at Brigitte and she stares back, sniffling ever so softly. I couldn't help but glance down at her very flat abdomen, but quickly evert my eyes trying not to be judgemental. I am only wearing Thomas' shirt without even having underwear on, and nursing a killing hangover, therefore I'm not any better than her at the moment. I try my best to be helpful rather than make the situation more awkward, so I invite her to sit down on the sofa. Thomas follows reluctantly, thankfully refraining from getting physical with
