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about to have a fight-or-flight reaction. There was a Wawa off to the right, and before she knew what
she
was doing, she was jerkily pulling into the parking lot and driving around to the back near a green
Dumpster.
After she shoved the car into park, she rested her head on the steering wheel and let out a pent-up sob.
“Emily?” Isaac said, concerned. “What is it?”
Tears blurred her vision. As much as she didn’t want to say this, she knew she had to. She turned the
blue
ring he’d given her the other day around her finger. “It’s…your mom.”
Isaac traced figure eights on her back. “What about my mom?”
Emily ran her palms along the legs of her jeans, heaving a sigh. Just be honest, Carolyn had said. She
could
be honest with Isaac, couldn’t she?
“She knows we…you know. Slept together,” Emily moaned. “And she said all these weird things to me at
dinner. Like, she kept insinuating that I was…fast. Or loose. And then when I was doing the dishes later
that
night, I found a photo of you and me from the Rosewood Day benefit last week. Your mom had cut my
head
out of the picture. Only my head.” She swallowed hard, not brave enough to look up. “Still, I thought
maybe
I was overreacting. I didn’t want to say anything. But then, last night, I was at Applebee’s with Carolyn.
And…your mom was there. She came up to me and said I could never come over to your house ever
again.”
Her voice broke on the word again.
The car was silent. Emily squeezed her eyes shut. She felt awful and relieved at the same time. It was a
weight off her shoulders to say it out loud.
Finally, she looked at Isaac. His nose wrinkled, as if he had smelled something rancid from the Dumpster.
A
new worry filled her. What if this ruined Isaac’s relationship with his mom for good?