Eighty

Emma wakes up the next day, knowing that in a few hours soon, Layla and Rowan will arrive to take Ryan out for a playdate.

And even though she slept in a weird mood yesterday after the conversation she had with Eric, she wasn’t going to let that distract her today.

“Honey?” Her mom calls Emma, who quickly breaks out of her thoughts. She looks to see that the bowl she kept in the sink was overfilled. And the fruits her mom told her to wash were drowning in the sink.

"Oh my god!” she called out, turning off the tap as quickly as she could. Of course, she was still too deep in her thoughts.

"Is something on your mind, dear?”

“This all feels weird; why do I feel like I’d wake up, and it will be a dream, and Rowan was never here, and this weird feeling I just keep having, I want to go pursue my dreams, you know?"

“As I said, I’m with you every step of the way, honey,” she mutters, hugging Emma, who squeezes back tightly.

“Thanks, Mom,” she says before she points at the bowl. "I cut up a few