I know that this is a short chapter, but I'm not sure where to take
it so bear with me okay?
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When Craig came to drop Breanna off, Mom was at my house. She told me to take Craig out somewhere and talk to him, and that she would watch Breanna while I did.
"Craig, can I talk to you?" I asked.
"I should go back home, I have things I need to do," he said, walking out the door.
I gave Breanna a kiss on the forehead, and hurried after Craig, grabbing my purse on the way. "Craig, wait," I said.
"Emma, I really need to go home," he said.
"Craig, talk to me," I said, grabbing his arm.
"Why should I?" he asked, his anger was obvious.
"Because, we need to set some things straight," I said, my tone matching his. "I know you hate me, I know your angry right now, but can you please hear me out, please."
"Fine, let's go to The Dot," he said.
We sat down at the counter and I bought two French Vanilla Cappuccinos, and walked outside to talk before either of us said anything.
"Craig," I started. "I'm really sorry, I meant to tell you, but he just, he came back sooner than I expected."
"Emma, that's not what this, is about," he said. "It's the fact that you don't trust me."
"What? Of course I trust you," I said.
"No you don't," he said to me. ` "What are you talking about? I gave up everything for you! I gave up my morals and my future. I stayed home instead of going to college so you wouldn't have to give up your career in photography! I raised our daughter alone for four years," I began to cry. "And you say I don't trust you? Craig, I love you, of course I trust you!"
"Emma..." he started to say. "I didn't think of it that way."
"Of course you didn't, you only thought about what you were left out of. I understand you being angry with me, Craig, but I did it for you."
He grabbed me and pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly.
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When Craig came to drop Breanna off, Mom was at my house. She told me to take Craig out somewhere and talk to him, and that she would watch Breanna while I did.
"Craig, can I talk to you?" I asked.
"I should go back home, I have things I need to do," he said, walking out the door.
I gave Breanna a kiss on the forehead, and hurried after Craig, grabbing my purse on the way. "Craig, wait," I said.
"Emma, I really need to go home," he said.
"Craig, talk to me," I said, grabbing his arm.
"Why should I?" he asked, his anger was obvious.
"Because, we need to set some things straight," I said, my tone matching his. "I know you hate me, I know your angry right now, but can you please hear me out, please."
"Fine, let's go to The Dot," he said.
We sat down at the counter and I bought two French Vanilla Cappuccinos, and walked outside to talk before either of us said anything.
"Craig," I started. "I'm really sorry, I meant to tell you, but he just, he came back sooner than I expected."
"Emma, that's not what this, is about," he said. "It's the fact that you don't trust me."
"What? Of course I trust you," I said.
"No you don't," he said to me. ` "What are you talking about? I gave up everything for you! I gave up my morals and my future. I stayed home instead of going to college so you wouldn't have to give up your career in photography! I raised our daughter alone for four years," I began to cry. "And you say I don't trust you? Craig, I love you, of course I trust you!"
"Emma..." he started to say. "I didn't think of it that way."
"Of course you didn't, you only thought about what you were left out of. I understand you being angry with me, Craig, but I did it for you."
He grabbed me and pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly.
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