“You said you wanted to see her, so we’re going.” He hands me my suitcase to pack, but I put it back down on the bed moodily.  

“I’ve changed my mind,” I pout, trying to avoid his gaze as I sit on the edge of the bed and pull at my hair. I’m emotional again, and I’ve no idea why. This was my decision, and yet, now that he’s making good on my decision, I’ve changed my mind.  

“Look, Emma, I know things with her are messy, but I don’t want you waking ...