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“She might not be ready, and that’s okay. Just keep showing up. Instead of telling her how you feel, keep showing her. Actions speak louder than words and all that shit.”
Emmy Ryder might have been in like with me, but it was then that I knew I was falling in love with her.
He threw the towel he was using to dry dishes over his shoulder and grabbed my hand, pulling me to him. He put one hand on my waist and used the other to intertwine our fingers. We swayed together in the kitchen, and I could’ve stayed in that moment forever.
“Sugar, you deserve to go out on your own terms. Just because you got dusted doesn’t mean you’re done.”
“She asked for you.” Teddy shrugged. “Emmy never asks for anything. She just puts her head down and deals with things in the only way she knows how, by kicking shit around in her own brain. But she asked for you.”
Emmy came home broken, and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who helped her put herself back together.
“Thank you,” he continued, “for taking care of my baby girl.” “She can take care of herself,” I said. “I know she can, but you made sure she didn’t have to do it alone.”
“Some love stories burn hot and fast, but you two are more low and slow,” she said. “It’s a strong and steady kind of love.”
