A/N - Thanks for continuing! Last chapter was a bit more of a prologue. Most chapters will be about the length of this one. Enjoy!

Alison stared back at her, blue eyes unmoving at the figure across from her. She let the other girl hang for a moment as her trademark smirk formed on her lips.

"You do?" Emily crossed her arms in front of her, feeling defensive all of the sudden.

"Yep." Alison crossed her arms, mirroring Emily's stance, though more out of amusement than defense. "You're totally here to scope out the place."

"What?" Emily did her best to feign confusion and knot her eyebrows together with a tilt of her head, "No, I'm not. I was just in the neighborhood".

Alison snorted at that, because come on. "You've never been a very good liar, sweetie."

It was true. Emily had never been able to lie well, especially when it came to Alison. The blonde on the other hand? She was still as good of a liar as she had been when she was fourteen. It was part of why their marriage ultimately crumbled, but Emily was doing her best to put the past behind her and not hold a grudge. She had been working a lot over the last couple of years to take a step back and understand how exactly she'd let her marriage to a girl that she'd loved for over a decade end in divorce.

Two years ago, she would have returned Alison's remark with a backhanded comment drawing attention to which one of them was the better liar. It was how a lot of their fights started back before Alison moved to Beacon Heights. Alison would let her emotions get the better of her and make a snide comment, and Emily would escalate the situation by bringing up the past. She had come a long way though and now was able to brush it off without feeling resentful.

"Caught me." She shrugged with a small smile.

Alison nodded, "So would you like the grand tour? You can make sure that there aren't any stray liquor bottles or sharp objects around."

"It's not that, Ali. I-"

"I get it. I understand why you're nervous." Alison interrupted, "I just want you to be able to trust me is all".

She turned around in an attempt to lead Emily further through the house. She wanted so badly for this arrangement to work out. She wanted to have a good relationship with Emily, even if it couldn't be a romantic one. She wanted to be a good mother to her daughters and watch them grow up, even if their time together was limited to the weekends. Most of all, she wanted to be trusted, but she knew it would have to be earned first.

Emily reached for her arm, stopping her before she could start walking. "I do trust you."

Alison turned and inspected Emily's face. If she was lying this was a much better attempt than earlier in their conversation. Still, she was skeptical.

"You're their other Mom, and I know that they're safe with you. You just have to understand that I've been responsible for them every night for the past two years. This new arrangement is going to be hard for me, but I trust you." Emily assured her.

"You weren't saying that two years ago.." Alison's voice fell low as memories of endless arguments before and during their marriage came to the forefront of her mind.

Emily remained composed and chose her words wisely, "That was... different. A lot of things have changed and like I said, I know that they're safe with you. That was never up for debate." She kept eye contact with Alison the whole time and the blonde felt comfort in her words because it really did seem like Emily was being truthful.

Emily's eyes had always been one Alison's favorite characteristics. Sure physically, her soft brown orbs were beautiful, but it was the way that they made Alison feel. When Emily looked at you, it was like she was giving a part of herself to you. Now, just like so many times in the past, Alison felt herself wanting to be worth all that Emily was giving.

"I'm nervous too." The blonde confessed quietly as she took a seat on the couch. Emily followed her actions, sitting down next to her and patiently waited for her to continue. "I mean I know that I can take care of them.. I just.. They love you so much. What if they don't love me as much anymore? We made this decision, not them. What if they don't want to spend the weekends here".

Emily couldn't help but feel sad at Alison's confession of insecurity. She could understand why Alison would feel that way when she'd been so far away, but it was definitely not the case with the girls.

"They will. They love you just as much. There wasn't a day when they didn't talk about you or ask about you," she reassured the blonde.

"I'm just scared that they'll hate me for leaving."

"They would never hate you. Plus they're three. They forgive just as easily as they get mad. They'll understand when they're older that you made a sacrifice for them and be proud of you for it."

"How do you know that for sure?" Alison asked.

"Because I'm proud of you," Emily smiled, "I'm proud of the hard work you put in. You sounded so stressed every time we talked and I'm proud of you for finishing. I'm proud that you ended up back here just like you said that you would. I know that this wasn't your only job offer."

"How do you know that" Alison asked, a littler surprised. She hadn't said a word to Emily about which colleges she'd gotten job offers from. The brunette just shrugged, seemingly not willing to give up her source, but Alison had a hunch. "Spencer?"

Emily didn't need to confirm, they both knew that it had been Spencer. "Why didn't you go to one of the bigger schools offering you a position? They were definitely in nicer places than Rosewood." She asked, her voice sounding much smaller than it had before.

"That wasn't the plan," Alison told her sternly, "The plan was always to come back here. I was lost when I left, and it was hard at times to find my way the last two years.. but this was always the plan- whether you and I were together or not. I've been working on myself and I'll continue to work on myself."

"I've been working on myself too." Emily nodded.

"What would you have to work on?" Alison asked, clearly confused. She had her disagreements with Emily, but this was the woman who had taken care of their daughters almost single handedly for nearly two years. Emily seemed like a super woman to her sometimes.

"Um a lot?" The brunette laughed lightly before turning serious, "Look, I know that we don't talk about our relationship much anymore... I know that at the end, I pinned a lot of the breakup on you".

And she had at the time that they had agreed to separate. She had truly believed that if Alison could just prove her wrong by being honest and not hiding things from her that everything would have been fine. It was more than that though. Emily knew this now.

"I just want you to know, that I know now that it wasn't just on you.. a lot of it was on me too." She sighed.

"It was both of us, Emily," Alison conceded with a quiet whisper.

"No," Emily shook her head, "I mean, yeah you're right. I just.. I tried to date someone else. It was about a year ago and I realized that I was still acting the same way. I think that my issues with the past aren't so much issues with you. I think that everything that we went through really took a toll on me. At least that's what my therapist says," she confessed.

"It took a toll on all of us, Em. I never blamed you directly for the way that you were feeling."

It had still hurt though. A lot. She felt let down by Emily, but more than anything she felt resentful of the past and let down by herself.

Emily nodded. The truth was, that even when she and Alison were going through their most trying times as a couple, she didn't blame the other girl either. At the time it just felt like they were at an impasse. Alison wouldn't open up and Emily would grow paranoid. It pushed Alison away and when she would finally be ready to open up, Emily would shut down. It had been a routine that they circled in for over a year before Alison moved to Beacon Heights.

Alison brought her gaze back up to the brunette and squinted her eyes slightly, "You're really seeing someone?"

Emily shook her head, "Not anymore, it was pretty short lived and I broke things off when I realized that it was my issues that were causing the problems".

"No," Alison laughed, "I mean like a therapist?"

"Oh! Yeah, for a little over a year now. She's been... helpful" Emily concluded. And Doctor Brown had been. It was a slow start for sure, but they'd made a lot of progress and Emily really appreciated the place that her doctor had helped her get to.

Alison tucked her lips in, nodding briefly as she took in both pieces of information. "And your not seeing anyone romantically right now?" No one had mentioned anything to her, but the idea of Emily staying single for so long seemed a little too good to be true.

Emily shook her head, "I don't have time, I've basically been a single mom for two years". She stopped her sentence abruptly and her eyes widened. She hadn't meant it like that. "That's not what I-"

"No it's fine," Alison waved her off, "I know you didn't mean it like that. You're right though" she arched an eyebrow. She knew that the last few years hadn't been easy for Emily. "But hopefully now things will be easier for you and you'll have some time to... breathe". Not date, she thought to herself.

Her discomfort must have been evident because Emily pursed her lips together at the thought. "I guess that's something we've never talked about, is it? Us... dating other people". She brought her elbows to her knees and kept her eyes seemingly glued to the floor.

It was a conversation that Alison had been avoiding since they decided to go their separate ways. Hell she'd left the state because the idea of Emily being with someone else was too much for her. Time had helped some. After the divorce, she'd opened herself up to the possibility of maybe being with someone else. She'd gone on a few dates. Nights were long and she had been with other people. Still though, everything that she'd gone through in Beacon Heights had prevented her from really finding someone. Instead, she'd found herself and she was happy about that.

Now that distance was no longer a factor, though, she was starting to feel the way that she had when they were going through their breakup. That the idea of Emily being with someone else, even the idea of herself being with someone else, just felt wrong. It would be a lie if she said that she wasn't still in love with Emily. It had been easier to push away when she was on the other side of the country, but watching the brunette sit across from her, looking sad and conflicted was just one thing bringing her feelings to back to the surface.

She knew that she needed to squash it though. They were divorced. They'd been friends their whole lives and they needed to keep their friendship. She had to be calm and collected. She had to maintain this. She was doing it for her daughters. Their daughters. Their family. Because even if they weren't married anymore, they were still a family.

She let the question sink in for a moment. "What should we do?" She asked quietly.

The brunette let out a sigh and shook her head briefly, "I don't know, Ali. There's definitely not a book of rules for this. I think we've got to figure out what's best for us." She looked over and added, "What's best for the girls".

Alison nodded. This was all about the girls. They had to get this right. Even if they couldn't keep their own marriage together, they had always said that they wanted to give them the best upbringing that they could.

"Look, I'm not looking to date anyone right now" the blond offered.

"I know. Neither am I really, but we should plan for what happens if we do... when we do."

It stung a little, but she knew that Emily was right. They wouldn't both stay single forever.

"Look, I'm not going to tell you what to do. I know that for me, it's going to be tough either way. But I know you, Em.. You'll date someone eventually." It was hard to say because she didn't want to think it, but she knew it was true. Emily was too great of a catch, she never stayed single for long. "I think that if we find someone and it's serious, we should tell the other person." Lying and hiding things had gotten the best of them before. Honesty would be blunt, but at least no one would be in the dark. She nodded to herself before adding, "and we don't introduce anyone to the girls without the other agreeing first." It at least made her feel like she had some kind of control over the situation. She couldn't have a say in Emily's relationship status, but she would at least have a say in who was around their girls.

"You're right," Emily nodded in agreement and ran her hands along her thighs before standing up slowly. "I feel a little less stressed about tomorrow. I'm sorry for just kind of barging in here".

"You didn't barge in." Alison gave her a small smile. There was a part of her that would always want to see Emily, no matter the circumstances. "Do you want to check out their bedroom before you head out? You can let me know if I should make any last minute changes." She didn't wait for an answer, just stood up and walked towards the small bedroom that she'd spent the last two days doting on.

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Emily walked around the side of Hanna's house after no one answered the front door. She could hear little voices in the distance and assumed that the kids and Hanna were likely out in the backyard.

The thirty minute drive back to Rosewood had gone by quickly. In truth, Emily could hardly remember any of the sites or sounds along the way because she was so lost in thought. Alison's move back across the country had been in the works for months now and although she had plenty of time to prepare, the reality of it was starting to sink in.

The last two years had been hard for her and it was only now that some of the pressure was being lifted that she was starting to realize how accustomed she'd become to the life that she'd made. Saying goodbye to Alison when she left for Beacon Heights had been one of the hardest things that Emily had ever done. Sure, at the time they had made the decision to separate, but when Alison boarded the plane, Emily had felt a heavy emptiness in her stomach that took weeks to shake.

Shortly after Alison decided to go to graduate school across the country, they agreed that they needed to separate. It felt like they spent everyday having the same argument and Emily couldn't take it anymore.

The decision to divorce hadn't come until about a month before she moved away. By that point, they'd both shut down to the point that they were hardly even communicating despite living in the same house. Emily flip flopped every hour back then between sad and mad. She was mad at Alison, herself, and just the whole situation. When they met with a lawyer, they were told that the paperwork would take six to eight weeks to go through, so they spent the time leading up to Alison's move in an awkward limbo.

They'd slept together the night before Alison moved away. Emily definitely didn't see it coming, even though she was the one to initiate it. Alison had wanted to spend her last day in Rosewood with Lily and Grace and the three of them had spent most of the day out of the house. Their two year old twins had passed out almost immediately after getting home which had left Emily and Alison alone together and feeling emotional. They kept to themselves most of the night, but when Emily had passed by the bedroom and saw Alison sitting on the bed with her head in her hands she stopped in to check on her. One thing had led to another and Emily found herself greedily kissing every part of her soon-to-be ex-wife's body. Knowing that it could be the last time that they would ever be together in that way had ignited a passion in both of them that hadn't been in the bedroom since their honeymoon. Afterwards, it left Emily feeling sad and conflicted. Were things really over between them? The next day Alison had gotten on a plane and moved almost 3000 miles away from Emily and the twins and started graduate school.

The divorce papers came from the lawyer three weeks later. She'd signed them with a shaky hand, writing Emily Fields for the first time in over a year. It was weird dropping the DiLaurentis- from her last name. It was like losing a part of herself that had been there even before their wedding day. After the papers had been sent to Oregon and she didn't hear from Alison, she'd wondered if the blonde was having second thoughts. A part of her had even hoped that she was. She'd received an email from Alison and her lawyer received the signed paperwork, though two weeks later.

And that was that. Kind of anyway.

Emily had learned a lot in the year and a half since their divorce went through. She hadn't expected the personal growth, and honestly, she hadn't even thought that she needed it prior to experiencing it. She'd been so sure during their marriage that the reasons for her trust issues lied with Alison. She'd been burned so many times by the blonde that she began to see any abnormal action as suspicious behavior. Her trust issues were ultimately what had led to her snooping and finding out what Alison was doing without telling her. It had led to several explosive fights and endless bickering. She'd thought it was because she was married to someone that she would never be able to fully trust.

She met another girl in the Spring after the divorce finalized and for the first time in months she felt hopeful again. It wasn't like she thought she could replace Alison- she knew that she'd never loved anyone so deeply and might not ever again- but she thought that she could at least try to move on. The issues surfaced again only weeks into her new relationship. When they broke up, her girlfriend had called her paranoid and said she should talk to someone about it. Emily reluctantly took the advice and had been seeing Doctor Brown for over a year now. It became clear during their sessions that Emily had let her PTSD get the best of her the last few years. She didn't realize how much of a part her experiences in high school and with AD played into her current thoughts and behaviors.

The last session she'd had with Doctor B had been their longest yet.

"Sorry, I'm late!" Emily quickly rounded the familiar pale yellow office corner.

Doctor Brown was sitting at her desk, glasses perched on her nose and her dark hair casually pulled into a French braid. She put down the pen that she was using and smiled up at Emily as she took her usual seat in one of the arm chairs across the room.

"Not very late, it's no problem". She walked around her desk and took her seat in the matching arm chair across from Emily.

Emily nodded. She was looking down at her hands, a nervous habit that she'd never seemed to get rid of from her childhood. She always looked down at her lap and fiddled with her hands when she knew that she needed to say something but didn't know how to get the words out or was afraid of the reaction. Luckily, she and Doctor Brown had become very well-acquainted over the last year and her nerves usually subsided pretty easily once they started their sessions.

"I just got off of the phone with Ali."

"Ah," Doctor Brown raises her eyebrows with her lips curved very slightly upward. "That's right, it's the big moving week".

She usually did this. Emily would start with what was on her mind, hoping for Doctor B to do the work- ask the questions, analyze the answers, prescribe a solution- but the Doctor would never play into Emily's openings. She knew that Emily struggled with opening up and voicing her feelings, so she always tried to stay quiet in the beginning offering only small leads, so that Emily could learn to express herself in asking for help if she was struggling with something or give her true feelings about what was on her mind.

It was quiet for a few seconds before Emily finally looked up from her lap towards the woman across from her.

"I'm scared. And I'm nervous. But a part of me is excited." She huffed out a laugh and shook her head at herself "and then I get scared again. I just feel.. I don't know."

Doctor Brown nodded along with Emily and her lips continued to turn up on a small smile. "I think the word that you're looking for is anxious."

"Yeah". Emily pursed her lips together in thought. Anxious didn't seem to cover all of her emotions. Her head had been all over the place the past few weeks.

When Alison had called back in April to tell her about the move she was initially happy, if not a little surprised. Spencer had warned her that Alison had gotten job offers from a school in Chicago, and another in Connecticut, as well as the offer to stay in Beacon Heights. A part of her didn't want to get her (or the twins') hopes up about Alison moving back home because she didn't want to set anyone up for a letdown. When the blonde told her that she was coming back to Pennsylvania, she thought that she had heard wrong. It made her happy that Alison would be back and she knew that the girls would be so happy to have their other mother around. They always asked about Alison and it was hard to continue to build them up knowing that she may not return.

But she was coming back and once that sunk in, Emily couldn't help but feel nervous. Lily and Grace would be fine, but what about her? What did this move back to Pennsylvania mean for her relationship with Alison. It had been easy to shield herself from the pain of their divorce because of the distance and minimal visits- not to mention that she was so busy with the twins when they were toddlers. What would it be like to see Alison multiple times a week? Would she hang out with Emily and their friends when all of the girls were in town? Would they run in to each other? Would it be awkward or just painful? It only took one night of thinking to turn Emily from happy to terrified.

"I'm interested though in the 'scared' feeling you're having. Do you know what you might be afraid of" Her therapist pushed.

There were a million things really, and she wasn't sure which to start with. She opened her mouth before she could process and the words came out before she realized what she was saying.

"I'm scared I'm going to get pulled in again."

"Pulled in... what do you mean by this?"

Emily let herself think this time before she answered. She could never have a conversation like this with her mother or one of her friends. It was great that she had a forum for her honesty, but she didn't know just how deep she wanted to get. She suspected that Doctor B knew what was going on in her head, but she chose her words wisely nonetheless.

"I've just made a lot of progress in the last two years. The girls are growing up normal, happy. I just..." She trailed off because she didn't want to say that she hopes that Alison doesn't derail everything.

Doctor Brown eyed her with a patient look on her face, not wanting to fill in any gaps. Emily needed to get through her feelings herself.

"I'm just scared that girls are going to get attached and she's going to leave again". Emily finished, biting her lip slightly.

After a beat the therapist did something she typically doesn't do; She led Emily where the conversation needed to go.

"Do you think that you're not just talking about your daughters?" She asked, "Do you think that you might be worried about yourself too".

Emily nodded. She felt her heart beat picking up. She was terrified that she was going to see Alison and feel the same things that she's always felt. Terrified that she'll get close again and then Alison will bail. She didn't think her heart can take another hit from Alison DiLaurentis. "She's let me down so many times..."

Doctor Brown stayed quiet again, and Emily knew why. They'd worked hard over the past year to break this train of Emily's thoughts. She'd blamed Alison for a lot of the bad things that had happened to her over the years, despite knowing deep down that most of it was not the blonde's fault. Getting past this was a critical development in Emily learning to trust Alison; however she still found herself going down the road of blame often. It was still a work in progress.

"Do you think that you've let her down in the past as well?"

"I know I have." She stood up and paced the room for a moment. She'd help send the other girl to jail for a murder that hadn't even happened in high school. She'd let Alison down just as many times as the blonde had let her down. They'd both let each other down in the past and they'd let each other down during their marriage. "How do we come back from all of it?" She asked.

"You might not."

Emily's face fell at the blunt answer. She knew that their marriage was over, but the idea that she and Alison might not be okay in the end made her chest feel tight.

"You can put your foot forward and try, but you'll need to let go of the past. You'll need to trust her again". Doctor Brown told her evenly.

"How do I do that? What if it's the same as every other time?" Emily asked.

"Have you ever given her trust before?"

"Of course I have!" She'd married Alison for god's sake if that wasn't trust Emily didn't know what was.

"I mean really trust her. Not just say that you do or act like you do. You've told me before that you didn't trust her during your marriage".

It was true. She'd wanted to trust Alison so badly when they were together. In the beginning it wasn't trust, it was more of a hope. By the end, she was more paranoid than when she'd been hunting down AD. It was so hard to let go of her fears, but she knew that it was possible because of all that she had accomplished with Doctor Brown's help. She knew that she would continue to heal.

"How do I trust her and know that she isn't going to break it."

"Emily, she can't break your trust if you never truly give it to her."

Their last session had been a real break through for Emily. She was starting to understand the need to truly trust Alison. That the other girl really had nothing to live up to if Emily never actually trusted her. Today she'd done her best to set the tone for this new chapter. She'd told Alison that she trusted her and she knew that she would have to stand by her word and not fall into old habits.

When she got to the backyard the kids were running around in circles with mini water guns and giggling up a storm. It looked like Lily and Aidan had teamed up on Grace. She was holding her own though and had two water guns in her hands compared to the other two who only had one each. The three of them had been playing together for years. Hanna and Caleb spent a lot of time going back and forth from Rosewood to New York when Aidan was a baby, but they'd been settled in their new house in Rosewood for over a year now. It always made her smile watching her kids play with Hanna's. Her friends and family had all been a huge help while Alison was in Oregon. They not only helped with the logistics of balancing work and children but they'd also kept her morale up.

She walked up the few stairs to the deck where Hanna was sitting under an umbrella and greeted her.

"How was Alison?" Hanna asked. Her eyes were hidden behind her sunglasses and she kept her gaze on the children in the yard, but Emily could tell that she was fighting a smile. How did Hanna even know that was where she'd gone?

"I never said that I was going to see her".

"Oh please," Hanna snorted out a laugh and looked her way, "I know you too well. Also no way were you at the post office for two hours. So how is she?"

Emily huffed out a breath and sat down. She really hadn't tried to hide where she was going, but she had initially worried that Hanna would give her grief about it.

"She's good... her apartment is nice. It looked like she worked hard on the girls' room, it's really cute." Emily smiled. Despite not being in Rosewood on a day to day basis to see their personalities grow, Alison had done a good job of keeping herself up to date on the girls likes and dislikes. Emily knew that both Lily and Grace would like the way that it was decorated and the items that Alison had put in it. The room had soft blues and pale yellow tones throughout- colors that both girls were fond of- and had several new books in a series that they typically read before bed. It eased Emily's mind to see Alison putting in work to make their arrangement easy on the girls.

Hanna nodded, keeping one eye on her three-year-old son who was running laps around Grace. "You nervous?"

"Of course." She answered her friend honestly and added, "But the girls will be okay. I can tell that Ali is really dedicated to making this work."

"Well I know that" Hanna rolled her eyes, "I mean, are you nervous about seeing her all of the time."

"I'm just going to have to get used to it." She shrugged. "I think that I'm always going to have feelings for her in some way. She'll always be important to me.. she's one of our best friends.. she's Lily and Grace's mom too. I just have to accept the situation I guess."

"Are you going to start dating again." Hanna asked. She was always on Emily about her lack of romantic life. It was odd to Hanna that Emily had been single for so long since the brunette always seemed to have a string of girlfriends.

Emily shrugged, "Maybe?" Hanna pursed her lips together, but for once remained quiet.

"Look, we talked about it.. kind of." She offered.

"Who? You and Ali?"

She laughed a little at the disbelief in her friends tone. She and Alison weren't always the best at bringing up sensitive topics or talking about their feelings. She was proud that they had crossed this bridge today somewhat smoothly.

"Yeah we talked about how we would handle it if one of us started dating someone.. kind of like a protocol, I guess."

Hanna's eyebrows constricted at this information. "Do you think she's looking to date someone then?" She asked.

"I... I don't know." She admitted. At the time of their conversation, Emily had seen the talk as more of a 'what-if'. "I don't even know if she dated anyone in Oregon."

"She didn't." Hanna told her quickly before Emily could get lost in her own thoughts.

"How would you know that? Did you ask her?" She's not sure why, but the idea of Hanna asking her ex-wife about her love life felt annoying to her. Both she and Alison had made it a point to not put their friends in the middle, so it would be fair game, but still.

"No," Hanna told her pointedly, "I asked Mona."

"You're ridiculous." Emily shook her head at her friend. She was about to mention to Hanna for maybe the hundredth time over the past two years how strange it was to her that Alison and Mona had become such good friends, but heard three sets of little feet rapidly approaching the deck.

It was definitely an ambush. She felt little squirts of water hit her arms and the back of her legs, as the sound of giggles alternated the shots.

"Aidan, I swear to God, if you shoot me with that thing even once..." Hanna warned her son, who was aiming his water gun at her too.

"Okay, okay. Girls go grab your things so that we can head out." Emily told the twins, who ran inside at her instructions.

"I don't know how you handled two at once," Hanna mused, "I'm terrified of what it will be like to be outnumbered by two little monsters." She patted her stomach and smiled at her small bump despite herself. She was about five months along, and she and Caleb had found out just last week that they were having a girl.

"You get used to it." Emily laughed, standing up while Lily and Grace came back outside, ready to go.

As they walked to the car, Emily thought back on how she had made it raising twins for the last four years. For the first two years it was having Alison there with her. They'd been such a good team in the beginning. Sure, they had been sleep deprived and Alison had mood swings that were worse than when she was pregnant, but somehow they had made it work. Most parents would probably think she was crazy, but so many of Emily's most fond memories were from when the twins were newborns.

It was only after they had settled in and were comfortably raising two babies that Alison and Emily's relationship started to strain.

For the last two years, it had been having the support of her mother and friends that got her through. Pam had spent a lot of time at her house cooking, cleaning, and watching the girls when necessary.

Tomorrow would start a new chapter. She didn't have her partner by her side, but she did have her partner again. She was hopeful that this would be the best thing for their daughters.

This chapter would be different than the previous two, and Emily would be surprised by the twists and turns it would take her on in the next couple of years.

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