“I know.” Emily said. “And I appreciate it. I just… don’t talk about my past. Not anymore.”
That quiet, uneasy tone settled across the table like a heavy blanket. Arlo shifted uncomfortably, stabbing at his food.
“Emily’s past isn’t really the point.” Gage said flatly. “She’s here now. That’s what matters.”
I nodded. “You’re right. But I also think the past shapes who we are. You don’t have to tell us everything, just enough that we understand.”
Gage sighed, putting down his fork. “Can we not do this right now?”
Arlo looked at him sharply. “Why not? They’re going to find out anyway.”
“Arlo.” Gage warned.
“No.” Arlo said, his voice rising. “I’m tired of avoiding it. She was a rogue, alright? That’s where we found her.”
The room fell silent. Emily’s face went pale, and her eyes flick
