When Emma heard the news of Daniel's arrest, she was stunned for only two seconds before quickly regaining her composure.
Some people, once they take a wrong step, are wrong for life.
Perhaps that was simply his nature.
Matters like that were no longer within the scope of her concern.
Now, all of her attention was devoted to the little angel in her belly, already seven months old.
One day, her close friend Elle, who had been silent for a long time, called from New York to check in on her.
"Emma, the little one is about to be born. Who's going to be the godmother?"
Emma smiled. "Of course it's you, Elle. Cindy doesn't like being a mom. She probably wouldn't even agree to be a godmother."
"What. So I was only chosen because no one else was competing with me. Then I won't do it."
"Just you try. You have to be the godmother. It's you, and only you."
