'You opened the bin, didn't you?' Emma called out.
I remained silent. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
'Emma?' I said quietly. 'Are you pregnant?'
I heard a sniffle. I walked into the living room where Emma was sitting with her head in her hands.
'Does Newt - ?'
'No, he doesn't know. Yet,' she looked up and I saw that she was crying. 'Please don't tell him.'
'I promise I won't,' I said, and I meant it.
'Thank you,' she whispered.
'Why are you so upset?' I asked, 'Newt will be so happy.'
'I don't know… I just… I'm not ready, Minho!' Emma cried.
I pulled her up into a hug.
'Shhhh,' I told her, 'it's going to be okay.'
She took a deep breath, just like Lindsay had only a little while earlier.
'I'm sorry about Lindsay,' she murmured.
'How did you know?'
'Newt told me what you were going to do. That was suicide, Minho,' she laughed a watery laugh.
'She said she needed time to breathe,' I told her. 'So we're not broken up, right?'
Emma looked up at me.
'No, of course not,' she said.
I could tell she was lying. But I pushed all thoughts of Lindsay aside for the moment, there were more important things to think about.
