Seventy eight

Emma couldn’t help but wonder about Rowan’s words; even as they boarded the plane back home, she couldn’t sleep a wink.

Layla, on the other hand, was elated to be a grandmother, and just the first day of landing home, she had sent gifts for Ryan, and Ryan was so happy with them.

Emma thanked her. Emma’s mom had rekindled her friendship with Layla, knowing she had always been grateful for the day that Layla took care of her in the hospital.

And though Emma had tried many times to get the thought of a certain man out of her head, his hoodie was always hung by her closet; the hoodie that belonged to Rowan reminded her of the passion they shared that night.

But it made Emma annoyed, annoyed by the fact that Rowan, who had gotten her stupid hopes up and not texted even once, hated that she thought of him when his words were empty.

"Ugh, you should have known better, Emma,” she scolds herself as she stands up, stretching. She gets ready for the day, showering and dressing up as she goes