Chapter 1
Emma's POV.
I sat across from Mark at our usual corner booth in the diner, stirring my coffee slowly, watching the steam rise up.
We had been best friends for over 6 years now, ever since college when he was the teaching assistant in my psychology class and I was the freshman who kept bombing tests.
He was 32 years back then, divorced, with that salt and pepper hair and a laugh that always made me feel safe.
Now I'm 27 and he his 47, I still came to him for everything, breakups, job stress, you name it.
Tonight was no different, or so I thought. My latest boyfriend had dumped me two weeks ago, calling me too needy, and I needed to vent.
Mark listened like he always did, his blue eyes fixed on me, nodding at the right times. He wore that faded gray t shirt that hugged h
