The third point of view:
There were a million questions Judy wanted to ask. So many thoughts running through his head right his head but none overruled the fact that Emily was right here. Right beside him.
His blood pumped to life, his world suddenly became brighter than the other gloomy days. When she had left, she not only broke his heart, she took it with her.
"Now's my turn," He told her, then hoisted her up and placed him on his thighs.
Emily didn't say a word, rather gulped, looking at him nervously; she thought he was going to do something to her.
"Judy..." Emily chuckled nervously, "I think... maybe... we should keep this discussion at home," she didn't dare to look him in the eyes.
"Who said I wanted to talk?" he asked, their eyes connecting.