Do you trust me, Emma?

Returning back to New York posed a hassle. Emma didn’t feel like leaving the mini-haven she created but she’s learned that even good things came to an end. Their flight back was spent in light conversations, intertwined hands and wine glasses.

“ When do you think they’ll be leaving?” She asked, shying away from his intense eyes,

“ Are you suggesting I throw my sister’s family out of the house?”

Emma turned aghast, “ Of course not! I love Bianca, Rooney and Jason! Don’t say that.” She defended.

“ Then Rebecca? Is this about Rebecca?” Asher stated more than asked. He could tell where the conversation headed from the beginning but loved to watch his wife squirm in discomfort.