still gently holding her hand. So she took the easy option instead. "I was kind of hoping you might come with me. You know, moral support and all that."
"Of course I will. I can't believe you got so worked up about asking me that. Why wouldn't I go with you?"
Emma shrugged as she felt guilty. "I should take Barney home, he needs feeding." She needed a little time and some space.
"Why don't I get something to eat and bring it to yours?"
Nodding, she clipped Barney's lead on, headed back upstairs to where she'd come in, and walked slowly back to her place.
***
The knock on her front door made her jump, and it set Barney off barking. Matt stood there, takeout bags in hand, looking as calm as ever. Dinner was quiet, and she wondered what he was thinking about. She felt guilty about practically running out on him earlier, the exact reaction she had hoped he wouldn't have, had she told him about the visions.
"I'm sorry about rushing off earlier. I just ..."
"It's okay, it's an understandable reaction." Reaching across the dining table, he took her hand. "Do you want to talk about it now?"
"Not really," she said as they made their way into the living room, settling on the sofa, she faced him. They both sat quietly for a moment. Emma twisted her ring back and forth until Matt closed his hand around hers. She looked up at him to find him staring at her intently. He put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her against his chest. Emma went willingly, finding comfort in his warmth and his arms as she rested her cheek on his shoulder. She felt his other arm wrap around her and the wet warmth of his lips as he pressed them against her forehead.
"It'll be okay, I promise."
She hoped he was right. She really did.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Emma studied her black dress and black boots and couldn't help feeling like a hypocrite. She had been back home for almost two months and had only seen her mother once in that time. Feeling like a terrible daughter, she didn't think she even looked the part. Where were the tears, the pained look of grief across her face? Her make-up had hidden some of her tiredness, but she still looked weary. Not a bad look for once, considering where she was headed.
She knew it would be Matt when she heard a knock on the door. It didn't look like him when she opened it, though. His normally wavy hair was slicked back and flat, and his tweed jacket was nowhere in sight, instead replaced by a black suit, with a white shirt showing just above his fastened waistcoat. She couldn't help it; the word "dashing" came to mind, and she smiled.
He slid a finger underneath his collar, "I know, I look like a penguin," he said, looking down at his shiny black shoes.
"No, no, you look perfect to me." He lifted his head at her words, but she turned away to grab her bag. "Dashing" would probably have been better, anything rather than "perfect." Shaking her head, she gave Barney a scratch behind his ear before she closed the door on him. Matt didn't say a word as they walked down the street, but he did take her hand. The warmth of it was comforting. I might need all the comfort I can get today.
It was only a short drive to the funeral home and, before she knew it, Matt pulled up into the car park, the clicking of the handbrake loud in the quiet of the car. She looked out of the window to where her dad and sister stood on the entrance steps. She had thought her dad looked bad when she first got back, but in his rumpled suit, with white whiskers across his jaw and pink-rimmed eyes magnified by his glasses, he looked terrible. It must've been hitting him harder than she thought it would, but they'd never seemed that happy together–more like just stuck together after so many years of marriage.
And there was her sister, who looked the picture of the dutiful grieving daughter clutching her dad's arm, white crisp handkerchief dabbing at her eyes. But then, Michelle had always had a flare for the dramatic.
Emma closed her
"Of course I will. I can't believe you got so worked up about asking me that. Why wouldn't I go with you?"
Emma shrugged as she felt guilty. "I should take Barney home, he needs feeding." She needed a little time and some space.
"Why don't I get something to eat and bring it to yours?"
Nodding, she clipped Barney's lead on, headed back upstairs to where she'd come in, and walked slowly back to her place.
***
The knock on her front door made her jump, and it set Barney off barking. Matt stood there, takeout bags in hand, looking as calm as ever. Dinner was quiet, and she wondered what he was thinking about. She felt guilty about practically running out on him earlier, the exact reaction she had hoped he wouldn't have, had she told him about the visions.
"I'm sorry about rushing off earlier. I just ..."
"It's okay, it's an understandable reaction." Reaching across the dining table, he took her hand. "Do you want to talk about it now?"
"Not really," she said as they made their way into the living room, settling on the sofa, she faced him. They both sat quietly for a moment. Emma twisted her ring back and forth until Matt closed his hand around hers. She looked up at him to find him staring at her intently. He put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her against his chest. Emma went willingly, finding comfort in his warmth and his arms as she rested her cheek on his shoulder. She felt his other arm wrap around her and the wet warmth of his lips as he pressed them against her forehead.
"It'll be okay, I promise."
She hoped he was right. She really did.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Emma studied her black dress and black boots and couldn't help feeling like a hypocrite. She had been back home for almost two months and had only seen her mother once in that time. Feeling like a terrible daughter, she didn't think she even looked the part. Where were the tears, the pained look of grief across her face? Her make-up had hidden some of her tiredness, but she still looked weary. Not a bad look for once, considering where she was headed.
She knew it would be Matt when she heard a knock on the door. It didn't look like him when she opened it, though. His normally wavy hair was slicked back and flat, and his tweed jacket was nowhere in sight, instead replaced by a black suit, with a white shirt showing just above his fastened waistcoat. She couldn't help it; the word "dashing" came to mind, and she smiled.
He slid a finger underneath his collar, "I know, I look like a penguin," he said, looking down at his shiny black shoes.
"No, no, you look perfect to me." He lifted his head at her words, but she turned away to grab her bag. "Dashing" would probably have been better, anything rather than "perfect." Shaking her head, she gave Barney a scratch behind his ear before she closed the door on him. Matt didn't say a word as they walked down the street, but he did take her hand. The warmth of it was comforting. I might need all the comfort I can get today.
It was only a short drive to the funeral home and, before she knew it, Matt pulled up into the car park, the clicking of the handbrake loud in the quiet of the car. She looked out of the window to where her dad and sister stood on the entrance steps. She had thought her dad looked bad when she first got back, but in his rumpled suit, with white whiskers across his jaw and pink-rimmed eyes magnified by his glasses, he looked terrible. It must've been hitting him harder than she thought it would, but they'd never seemed that happy together–more like just stuck together after so many years of marriage.
And there was her sister, who looked the picture of the dutiful grieving daughter clutching her dad's arm, white crisp handkerchief dabbing at her eyes. But then, Michelle had always had a flare for the dramatic.
Emma closed her
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