Emily's POV

It had been about a couple of hours since Tyler left, and I couldn’t stop pacing back and forth in the living room. My heart kept beating faster with every passing minute. I understood why he felt bad about my birthday, and I didn’t blame him, it wasn’t really his fault. We had never really talked about birthdays, and honestly, I’d almost forgotten myself.

“Tyler, please… just come back,” I muttered to the empty room. Miss Samantha had already come downstairs three ...