103. What Am I Going to Wear?

Jonathan

I feel anger surging through me, but I keep calm for Emma's sake. I need to keep my head clear so I can think of a plan to find that bastard Alaric.

And when I do, I will rip both of his arms off.

"What happened to him?" I had asked her, and she shook her head.

"I don't know. He broke up with my mom after I got pregnant. Maybe he got scared," Emma told me.

"And your mom? Did you ever tell her any of this?" I ask.

Emma looks down at her hand. "I tried once, but she got mad and beat me. She said I was just making up lies to hide the fact that I got pregnant by some loser."

I take a deep breath and try to push down the rage that's boiling inside me. Emma has been through enough already, and I need to stay focused on helping her. I gently put my hand on her shoulder and give her a reassuring squeeze.

"Listen, Emma. You did nothing wrong. Alaric is the one who should be ashamed of himself for what he did to you. And your mom... well, she clearly didn't handle the situati