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doing what they thought was best, taking the only option they

had left to them. Maybe this was their way of giving everyone

what they thought they wanted.

Emily forced herself to pull out the chair in front of the

empty plate. There were two stupid forks, a spoon, and a wine

glass. That made her want to scream too. She’d known for a

long time that their home life was off. That it was stuffy and

just plain strange compared to how other people lived, but the

pretense of this whole thing after the wonderful simplicity of

Dani’s small apartment made Emily want to cry.

She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want this to be her

life. She could see why she was in such a hurry, so very

desperate, to get out in the first place. Now, she didn’t want to

come back to it. She didn’t want to be in this place that

seemed cold and uninviting, a home that wasn’t actually a

home, a place where the walls were all the same color, and the

furniture was all expensive and tasteful and matching.

No one moved to help themselves to the steaming covered

dishes on the table. The smell of the food, which Emily

thought was probably a roast, mashed potatoes, gravy, and a

vegetable of some kind, a well as bowls of salad, made her

feel sick.

“Emily,” Peter said.

She forced herself to turn her face to her dad. “Dad,” she

said. She faced her mom next, looking directly across the table

at her and meeting her eye. “Mom.” She folded her hands in

her lap and just went for it, even though she knew that her

parents would consider what she had to say a tasteless

outburst. Tasteless or not, it was going to be said. “I appreciate

everything you’ve done for me. How you’ve raised me to be a

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