Emma could literally see the thick tension in the air; a sharp knife could cut through it. From the expression on the boys’ faces, she could tell that the uncle in question wasn’t the Christmas gifts type; the boys didn’t like him.

She knew she needed to leave. This was some deep shit family matter, and from experience she knew they would be more uncomfortable that she was there. It was better she left, and gave them some privacy; she had a work to get to anyway.

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