C37 Where’s Callie

EMILY

“Food’s ready, Emily,” my mother called from the kitchen, her voice warm as always. “Come carry your plate.”

I walked over to her, and as I approached, she raised an eyebrow. “So, how did you feel now that you've finally got rid of that bastard?”

A smile tugged at my lips, but it quickly faded. “Oh, I am really happy,” I said, though my voice faltered