“I…I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought.” I stopped and swallowed. “About the table…We made the table for you. For your renovated house. I guess I thought…”
I shut up in shock.
I’d done the dumbest thing in my life. I’d become Emil.
Because Christopher, Henry, and I had been doing everything together, I’d assumed. Weren’t we going to be a family after the house was finished?
Now I understood how Emil felt after five years of living at the farmhouse, often driving to and from work with me. We hadn’t been sleeping together, but we’d spent a lot of time in each other’s company. I knew why he’d assumed we were together and were a family. In his mind, I’m sure, the months and years together equaled closeness. It had to be only a matter of time before we’d form an unbreakable bond. He’d be my family, and I’d be his.