AN: I'm sorry it took this long to update. I'm not the best at keeping up with things. Hope to make up for it with this (sadly too short) chapter.
Spencer made her way over to the DiLaurentis house. She knocked once or twice but didn't receive an answer so she came in through the kitchen entrance using the key she knew was hidden under a stone near the front steps. She laid the peace offering down on the counter and covered it with a towel. She could hear the shower going upstairs and decided to wait in the kitchen for her friend.
The pie was cold and she figured she could bake it while Emily showered and they could enjoy it together while they reconciled. It was already pre-baked and only needed a couple of minutes of heating up so she popped it in the oven and reached for her phone to set a reminder. Only it wasn't her phone she grabbed, it was Emily's.
Nothing could have prepared Spencer for what she saw when the screen lit up.
There she was. Paige. In all her glory. Nestled up in her bed. Bundled up with a blanket like a gift. Sleeping peacefully. Her eyes followed the curves of Paige's peacefully sleeping face. She looked so beautiful in this light. Like Helios himself made it just for her. As she instinctively wiped at a tear on her cheek, she realized what this photo meant. This photo is Emily's trophy. The proof that she's won and they've reconciled. Spencer clenched her fist as images of what Paige and Emily must have been doing before this photo was taken flashed through her head.
She knew this was a very real possibility. She knew that there was a very good chance that Emily and Paige had reconciled but she didn't expect to be confronted like this. Almost like Emily was flaunting her success. She rationalized that Emily had no way of making her check her phone and that her anger was irrational, but it didn't make her utter disappointment at being proven right disappear and that caused her anger and self loathing to spike. The shower upstairs... were they both in it? Was Paige here right now?
Spencer didn't stick around to find the answer to her question. The sound of the water being switched off startled her and in her state she headed straight for the door, slamming it shut on the way out.
The house's occupants descended the stairs apprehensively, checking around the corners of the house for any intruders. They didn't find anybody though. The only thing they found was an apple pie they were sure they hadn't left in the oven before showering. A gloved hand reached for a fork and started digging into the tasty dessert from the center.