Chapter 13
From the text messages of Emma Monroe and an unknown number
Unknown Number: Hi, Emma. This is someone who once made a fool of myself running away from a chicken during a picnic lunch with you on a hillside.
And also someone who acknowledges that you probably don’t want to hear from me.
I’d love to have the opportunity to explain myself at your convenience.
But more pressing, I’d sincerely like to take care of having security cameras put on your house. Preferably today.
Emma: That’s very kind of you, but I’ve already installed security cameras. Have a lovely day.
Unknown Number: Are there other people causing you problems?
Emma: No. Just you.
Unknown Number: So your ex…?
Emma: Tricked into marriage with a horrible prenup by the worst gossip in town, divorced, and living the life he deserves. Which I tend to not think about at all anymore unless I happen to run into him or until someone brings it up.
Unknown Number: *wincing emoji* Is there any possibility I can properly apologize and do something right?
Emma: No.
Emma: *grumpy emoji* Sorry. I dislike being rude. But we’re in a very uncomfortable position and I don’t want to see you.
Unknown Number: I’ve been properly chastised by my sister-in-law for making the assumption that I was doing you a favor by disappearing without explanation or a way for you to contact me directly.
The timing wasn’t intentional. I swear. I meant to be there in the morning, but someone showed up and insisted I leave, and if I hadn’t, things probably would’ve been even worse.
Emma: We might have different definitions of “worse.”
Unknown Number: I understand. If you need me, you can reach me here anytime.