Emily gave a careless nod. “Go on.”
Tristan started to jog away, but suddenly stopped, doubled back, and planted himself in front of her, searching her face intently.
“You’re not mad?”
His tone was awkward and conflicted, as if he were struggling to keep some frustration in check.
Emily couldn’t help but laugh. “Why would I be mad?”
Tristan opened his mouth, brow furrowing even deeper, but nothing came out.
She patted his shoulder. “Seriously, go after her. She’s really going to get away at this rate. It’s late, and it’s not safe to let a young woman wander around alone. Hurry up.”
Tristan looked even more exasperated, but managed to squeeze out one last sentence before leaving. “I’ll be back tonight, but you don’t have to wait up.”
“Got it. Now go already.” She waved him off.
Once Tristan was out the door, Emily let out a quiet sigh of relief.
She still wasn’t used to seeing him act like this.
When she got back inside, the sound of the door brought Emma hurrying from her room and straight into the kitchen. She came bustling out a moment later with a bowl of warm pudding. “Eat this before bed, it’ll help you sleep.”
Emily took a spoonful and swallowed it. “I know, Mom.”
Over the years, with nothing else to keep her busy and no job outside the house, Emma had thrown herself into cooking. She’d become a real master in the kitchen, and every time Emily came home late from work, there would always be a homemade snack waiting for her.
Emma came out with a second bowl. “Where’s Tristan? Didn’t he come back with you? I made some for him too.”


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