Chapter 3 - Emma Breaks Down In My Loving Arms
Emma kept her head lowered over the steaming basin, scrubbing a massive roasting pan as if her life depended on it.
“Emma,” I whispered, my voice cracking slightly under the overwhelming weight of emotion constricting my chest.
She froze mid-motion, the coarse sponge slipping from her trembling fingers and splashing back into soapy water.
Slowly, painfully, she raised her head and looked up, blinking through the humid mist to see if her exhausted mind was playing tricks.
When her eyes locked onto mine, the last remaining barriers of her composure shattered completely.
“You... you're home,” she whispered, tears cutting clean tracks through the dust and sweat on her pale cheeks.
I didn't care about the grease or the suds; I closed the distance instantly and pulled her slight frame tightly against my chest.
Emma buried her face in my shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably as all the accumulated misery of the past five years poured out at once.
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“I’m here, baby... I’m right here, and nobody will ever make you do this again,” I murmured, pressing my lips to her hair.
Jennifer stumbled backward, pressing her back against the brick wall like a cornered animal caught in the act of a terrible crime.
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