Chapter 69

• EMMA'S POV
• The lively country music filled the air as laughter and conversations echoed through the living room. There I stood, with a bottle of beer in my hands, watching my mother play the role of hostess and introduce the guests, conveniently the children of the local farmers. It felt like a parade of suitors, and I was at the center of it all.
• My mother approached with a tall, easy-smiling guy beside her. “Emma, do you remember Elijah, Moore's son, don't you?”