“So where are we going?” I asked Emmett this question as we drove along in his car. The sun was down as usual, but it wasn't dark out. Just overcast, as I've come to expect.
“My family wants to meet you.”
I blinked. “Why would they want to do that? I'm only a friend, Emmett.”
Emmett smile, “Exactly. In Esme's own words, 'he's the first friend you've had since she died'. She seems impressed.”
“Uh, yeah” I said, unsure. “She doesn't seem hard to impress.”
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