Chapter 49: Emma

Emma walked downstairs the next morning and into the kitchen. She sat at the table, wondering to herself if her mother was out of bed. She sat listening to her childhood home. The quietness of the house was startling, as compared to the city. There were no horns honking or planes flying over. There was only silence. She almost envisioned her father walking in as he had when she was younger and picking up his beloved coffee pot. She laughed as she realized how her father had picked up where his father had left off. She never knew her grandfather, except for the stories her father had told her, but now as she sat there, having read her father's manuscript, she felt closer to both her father and her grandfather. At that instant, she wished desperately she could see them both.