Sleeping was impossible. Emily could still smell Todd's jacket, feel the warmth of his mouth on her neck. He hadn't stayed long, just gently let her go, though he didn't budge his Jeep until she was safely inside. The shard of glass had embedded itself in her palm so deeply by then it was like it was part of her. She left it there when she heard her mother's voice summoning her to the kitchen, pushing against it with her fingers, the bite bringing her back to a reality that didn't involve Todd's lips.
"Did you have fun?" Pamela's words were at war with her attitude.
"I had to get out of here." Emily wasn't willing to apologize.
"It would have been nice for you to tell us you were leaving." What was wrong with her mother? Brandsom practically drove her out, didn't he? And no thanks to Pamela.
"I wasn't planning on it. Todd just showed up." It was the truth. She hadn't thought about her parents all night. Or Cole, really. The guilt surged back.