EMILY’S POV.

Did she have a place to go, and her house was too far from it? Why else would she have a big, fat luggage on wheels behind her?

“What are you doing here?” Katie asked, dropping her fork, and Mandy smiled.

“You look like you don’t want me here, Katie.” Mandy replied, taking a seat next to John, who smiled sweetly at her.

“I simply asked a question.”

“Well, you’ll get an answer. I asked sweet John here if I could stay for a few months, and he agreed.”

“A few ...