aren’t always on the same page. Sometimes one needs time to
 
 catch up to the other, but other times, they’ll stay at odds. Both
 
 her head and her heart were in alignment, but she also
 
 wondered how much damage she would do trying to force
 
 Dani to change her mind. If Dani couldn’t do that naturally,
 
 maybe what she needed was time.
 
 “I don’t want to destroy what I know we have,” Emily said
 
 thinly. “So, I’m going to stop talking now. I’m going to do
 
 what you’re asking me to do, pack up, and go back home. I’m
 
 going to talk to my parents, and I’ll figure out how we can
 
 move forward. We’ll take a few days to think about things and
 
 then I’ll call you. Would that be okay?”
 
 Dani shook her head furiously. Emily could tell she was
 
 holding something back, but then she spun around and grasped
 
 the counter again, staring out the window.
 
 “You have a good family. A good life. You’ll get it figured
 
 out and you’ll be fine,” Dani said, and it sounded so final that
 
 Emily nearly let all the tears that were threatening flow
 
 unchecked.
 
 She wanted to ask how Dani could know that, but she’d
 
 already decided it wasn’t the right time to ask things like that.
 
 Dani seemed so sure in this moment, but with a few nights to
 
 think about things, would she change her mind? Would
 
 whatever was bothering her be worked out, at least in her own
 
 head? Emily hoped so. That was all she could cling to. Hope.
 
 She walked out of the kitchen and packed her bag quickly.
 
 Her art supplies were already in their bag. She took both bags
 
 and walked back to the kitchen. She wished she could find Mr.
 
 Pickles to say goodbye, but he was probably in Dani’s room,
 
 and Emily didn’t want to go in there. It would feel like an