Emerson and I could have had the life we deserved!
She already had her turn!”
A cold shock washed over the room.
Emerson looked at her as though seeing her for the first time — stripped of the beauty, the gown, the soft voice, the lies.
“My mother was not taking up space,” he said, his voice breaking.
“She was my family.”
Portia laughed, bitter and desperate.
“Your family had you on a leash.
I was going to give you the world.”
“You were going to steal everything from me,” Emerson said quietly.