Emma closed her book and propped her reading glasses on top of her head. Like all her sophomore classes, they were working on Shakespeare-- Hamlet, to be specific. It was a tiring few classes, regardless of how much she adored the author. For some reason, fifteen year olds weren't as perceptive to drama as she would have liked. She was fully confident, though, that she'd change at least a few minds by the end of the school year.
"Hey, sweetie," she said, once her class had filed out and Annie entered. "How was your day?" She rifled through the essays on her desk from her freshman class and popped them in one of the drawers for later grading. Right now, she wanted to dedicate all her attention to her youngest daughter. Annie had said she needed to talk, and Emma was going to make sure she was all ears. She owed it to her, after all. The drama within the family had seemed to skyrocket since Lexie's return to the house and Emma honestly felt bad for the way it looked like Annie and Alfie felt about it.