For two days, the three of them were a happy family. They
took Trixie for long walks, during which she strained against the leash and
lunged at every dog they passed. Emma drug out the dusty Monopoly and Life
games, and they ate buttery popcorn while they played.
But Joe had to fly out again on Monday morning, and Emma
had to return to the office and catch up on two weeks of work.
In the evenings, she curled up on her wedding quilt with
Rachel’s journal.
