Emma

Time passes in the blink of an eye. I spend my days recording and posting new recipes or communicating with my followers. My evenings are spent with Tag, Justin, and Rachel. Life after high school is much better than I anticipated.

“Got a minute?” I ask, peeking my head into Tag’s office.

He works now with his office door open most days and gone are the designer suits. Working at home, he now wears business casual attire.

“Always for you,” he croons, ...