Chapter Twenty-one

EMILY'S P.O.V.

"James." The name that brought me untold happiness once upon a time. But like everything in my life, I had destroyed that happiness with my own hands.

I did him wrong, I was selfish. I only thought of how it would affect me. I shouldn't have left him behind but I did it anyway, now I was hiding in his basement with three sick children, contemplating how to approach him.

James would never forgive me for what I did to him, he would never want me in his home again, especially when he gets to know what I brought with me but I couldn't see any other way, my desperation had grown a thick skin, it had no shame, there was none at all.

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I could smell him, that scent that always lued me to sleep as a child, that scent that always held the sweet promise of protection and undying love, that scent of home! The smell of my James.