Good Morning!
Emmett handed me a Gatorade, which I started chugging immediately.
"Thanks, Emmett," I said breathlessly. "I really needed that."
He nodded. "Your heart attack food is in the back."
I turned around and reached for it. I opened the bag to discover a greasy burger and French fries. Perfect. I took a big bite and groaned.
"Oh, that's good."
Emmett said nothing in response. The sound of my chewing filled the car.
The silence was getting uncomfortable.
"Thanks for picking me up."
Nothing.
Seriously, what the hell did I do?
"You know," Emmett spoke softly after a few minutes, "sometimes I feel as though he's near."
That was awfully cryptic. I waited for him to explain. After he didn't continue, I took another bite of my food and gave a muffled, "Huh?"
"Carlisle."
I slowly turned and looked at him. He had a grim expression on his face. I had a bad feeling about where this conversation was headed.
"What do you mean?"
"It's almost as if he's not gone. I dream about him all the time."
Gone?
"You do?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah," Emmett responded. "I think I dream of him at least once a month."
No.
This is a dream.
He pulled down his visor and pulled out a card that was hidden there.
"See? I keep him close by," Emmett smiled wistfully. "He's always watching out for us."
And I understood why he had been so angry with me.
I didn't have to look closely to realize it was a memorial card.
I put my burger and fries back into the bag.
I had lost my appetite.
Please, God. Let this be a dream.
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-Bravery