Graham just looked at me with this puzzled look on his face. I hated to hurt him like I
was, but I was beginning to feel like I really missed Jeremy.
I walked back out to the party, avoiding eye contact with Emma. Eliza soon had me
cornered again.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, staring at me. “I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me
what the heck is going on.”
“It’s Emma. I haven’t seen her in so long. She looks so much like Jeremy. So much. I
can’t stand to look at her. I miss him, Liza, I miss him a lot. I don’t know why. I have Graham, I
should be happy.” I moaned.
“You are happy with Graham. Tell me you are.” she pleaded.
“I am. I am happy with him. There’s just something I loved about Jeremy.” I said,
“Kers, he tried to kill you and Graham. You can’t possibly like a man that tried to
murder you.” She grabbed my wrists and squeezed them as she spoke.
“You have a wonderful life and wonderful kids with Graham. You’re happy with him, I
know you are. Go back out there and have fun like you’re supposed to. Don’t think about
Jeremy. Please.”