Chapter Twenty Three

The days passed slowly, the nights increasing Emma's restlessness. Was it really that slow? Emma didn't think it was. It only seemed that way because she missed Daniel. And the fact that she missed him so much scared the crap out of her. She was actually looking forward to his return. So much for all her 'I don't care about you speech'.

She missed him. Not that she was ready to admit that to him. Hell...she was having a hard time admitting it to herself.

It was Tom's birthday. And even if he said he didn't really celebrate his birthday, Emma had baked a two layer chocolate cake with strawberry frosting.

Even if Tom wasn't going to celebrate. He sure as hell didn't have anything against cake. I mean... What kind of person doesn't love cake? She thought

When she got to work the next morning, a new white van stood in the employees' parking lot, a dealer's tag still on the window. She wondered why it was there. Well it