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“And you’re one to talk. Nice of you to show up and let me know.”
Mulberry shook her head. “Sorry, I wasn’t sure I was going to come. I was going to invite you to the new house. But I’m glad I came. Mom’s excited about this show.”
“Yes, it’s good that you two have put behind what happened,” Emma leaned in. “You have put behind what happened? Are you still seeing a therapist?”
“Emma, save it for your patients,” Mulberry smiled. “But yes, I am, and I think mom had a harder time getting over it.”
“Yeah, you never expect your daughter to get kidnapped.” Emma rolled her eyes.
“I’m surprised that you left behind Harrison,” Mulberry said.
“Meh, I don’t think things will work out for us.” Emma shuffled papers on her dad’s desk, flipping through a pile of S.D. cards. “What about you? Are you seeing anyone?”
Mulberry blushed, pacing the small hallway of the trailer. No, it’d be inaccurate to claim she was seeing someone.
“Nope, nobody for me. You should visit me. Spend a few days with mom and me. Our new house is awesome.”
“Yeah? Let’s see the pics.” Emma knocked over an award statue, pencils, and receipts on her dad’s desk. Mulberry helped her pick them back up, pausing on a photo of her and Emma when they were about twelve.
She had known Emma and her father, Sheldon since she and Emma were five, and her mom and Sheldon co-starred together in a handful of movies. Sheldon Pierce had even dated her mother for a while. She and Emma used to pretend to be real-life sisters.
“I’m so klutzy,” Emma said, putting the last S.D. card in a pile.
“As usual. Here.” Mulberry took her phone out of her pocket, swiping to show her the pictures of their two-storey-wide house overlooking the ocean.
“So dreamy,” Emma smiled.
“It is. Peaceful and quiet.”
And she felt safe here, away from Hollywood media and the constant traffic of L.A.
“A little boring for me,” Emma smiled.
“A good place to study,” Mulberry countered with a laugh. “You are still going to be a psychologist?”
“Of course. I just need to not be an actor.” Emma sighed. Her father wanted her to be an actor more than anything, so Emma always felt compelled to take on roles, even though she didn’t really want to act.
“How’s your dad?”
Mulberry shrugged. “Good. Saw him two weeks ago. He and Stewart make me sick. They’re so lovey-dovey together.”
“It’s cute, though, and you love it.”
“Yeah, I do,” Mulberry laughed. “Come over tomorrow night?”
“To see the dream house? Yeah, that sounds great,” Emma grinned.
A sharp knock on the door made Mulberry jump.
She couldn’t help it.
Another side effect of the kidnapping was that she jumped at every noise, many of which sent her on the cusp of a panic attack.
Emma reached out and squeezed her hand. “It’s okay.”
“I know,” Mulberry smiled.
“What?” Emma called.
