I look over to a photo of us, one that I don't have the heart to take down. I run my finger over his smile, one I knew too well. Salty tears begin to well up in my eyes and I blink them away. I can't look at this picture anymore. My whole house, everywhere I look, I see memories of him-memories of happiness. Maybe if I let my walls down, he would be here with me now. Or maybe if I didn't mask my emotions, he wouldn't have left me for Sara.

As of this moment, revenge is the last of my concerns. I don't want Daniel back because I want to frame Victoria at the wedding. My reasons for missing him are genuine. Other than Nolan, he is the closest thing I have to family. They say that you don't know what you have until it's gone, and boy, is that phrase true. I always took his unconditional love for granted, prioritizing revenge over the possibility of a real relationship with him. If he would take me back, he would see that this time it will be different.

On the other hand, I'm happy that he's with Sara. She can offer so much more to him than I ever could, like honesty. It's probably easy with her, the complete opposite of how it was with me. I guess I can't blame him; he must have gotten tired of all the drama that comes with being with me.

This city, this house, this beach are all haunted by the ghost of us now. There's no place for me here in the Hamptons. I don't think I can bare seeing Daniel dating Sara and eventually marrying her. I reach for my laptop and book a flight to London, a place for me to start over away from everything. Before I can change my mind, I run upstairs and grab my suitcases and a bunch of boxes. I start by packing my clothes and toiletries. Maybe I shouldn't pack the furniture, what if I want to come back? So many thoughts are running through my mind...There's just so much I have to do!

Leaving seems rather melodramatic, but I can't stay here and watch Daniel with somebody else. I think about leaving Nolan, and a wave of sadness crashes over me. I'm really going to miss him. Speaking of which, I should give him a call. I grab my phone and dial his number.

"Hey Ems, why are you calling me this late?"

"Thank you so much for always being there for me and watching out for me. I know I don't say this much but you're my best friend and I love you, Nolan."

"I love you too Ems. Why are you saying this?"

"I'm going to London tomorrow morning."

"What? Vacation?"

I don't have the heart to tell Nolan that this trip is permanent.

"Yes. I'll be back before you know it. Anyway, I was wondering if you could drive me to the airport tomorrow."

"Anything for you, Ems. I got your back partner!"

I can't help but laugh! Nolan is so innocent, so good. I'm going to miss him most.

"8 AM, tomorrow morning. I'll be waiting. Good night partner."

"See you in the morning, Ems."

Tears come rushing down my face as I press the button to end the call. My heart hurts so much that I fall to the ground. I tell myself that crying is for the weak, and I am not weak. Letting out a huge sigh, I stand up and resume packing. I decide to leave my furniture, maybe I could rent this place. I take one last look at my living room and my eyes wander back to the photo of us. I walk towards the photo, reach out and grab it. I can't leave without saying goodbye to Daniel. I need closure.

I literally run over to Grayson manor barefoot and sneak in from the pool. Daniel is probably living in the pool house. My heart races as I knock the door. I hope he's there. I need to talk to him.

The door opens and I see Daniel standing behind it.

"Emily? What are you doing here?"

"I have to talk to you. Can I come in?"

"Yeah, of course." He leads me to the bed and asks me to sit down.

Studying his face, I can see in his eyes that he's happy to see me. He looks at me intently, wondering what was so important that I came over here to tell him. I get lost in his eyes and I have no control over my mouth when I say..

"I have a confession to make."

Our eyes don't lose contact. He sees that this is not an easy confession for me to make, so he grabs my hand and encourages me to continue. For a moment, I toy with the idea of telling him it's nothing or faking a pregnancy. But Daniel deserves the truth. I'm leaving tomorrow morning anyway, I want him to know the truth before I leave.

"I'm Amanda Clarke."

Afraid to see his reaction, I shut my eyes tightly. What if he hates me? I'm preparing myself for the worst when I hear his laugh.

"I know Amanda. I've known all along. I was wondering when you'd come clean."