Emma hadn’t.
Her texts went unanswered. Her calls went to voicemail. At school, Sophie saw her coming and turned around.
Now Emma sat beside that dress with red eyes.
« I just want to know what I did wrong. »
« Sophie probably forgot mine. »
« You may not have done anything, Em. »
« Then why is she being so cruel to me? »
Mark appeared in the doorway before I could answer.
He had always been good with Emma when she was upset. He lowered himself onto the floor and opened one arm.
Emma leaned against him.
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