Emma set the crosswords in her lap and looked up, glancing around the living room. It wasn't like she hadn't been there before; she was familiar with the place. It was like she was looking for something.
Then she shrugged, "You know how people like to make up for lost time? It's sort of like that. I mean, everything is alright but I can tell he's trying to protect me. I get it, but what's done is done and there's no changing it." Maybe he had tried to skip over the ugly to get to something prettier, but it's what was on Emma's mind.