CHAPTER 112

  With a plastic, recycle bag lying on the kitchen counter, Emerald distractedly took out the dead flowers from their many vases. She floated so absentmindedly around the house with automatic movements, plucking and removing wilted flowers after wilted flowers, not minding the thorns that pricked her hands.

  Since her discussion with her mother yesterday, Emerald had been both anxious and nervous about what to do. She knew what she had to do, but her fears restricted her from doing that. She didn't know how she would take the rejection if Jordan were to think that she was no longer worth the trouble.

  She knew she had put him through that agony and it was selfish of her to avoid the same thing happening to her, but she was afraid. She didn't think she would ever be able to recover from the heartbreak if Jordan were to push her away like she did him.