Chapter 9 His Arrival

• Emma's POV
• It's Friday, and tomorrow is Saturday-a slightly lighter workload for me. Mr. Preston had surprised me by asking me to take tomorrow evening off to spend time with my mom. I was grateful, even if I didn't get much love or comfort at home these days. Out here, at least, there were moments of kindness.
• With my bag slung over my shoulder and earphones in, I walked briskly down the street, humming softly to the music playing. The weather was mild, and the city was alive with its usual hustle. For a moment, I felt the weight of my responsibilities ease, even if just slightly.