CORRIE

I didn't like the idea of leaving Mimi alone with Emmette. I trust Emmette but I don't trust Mimi one bit and slowly regret cuts me with each strike of guilt.

Emery's hand was in mine as she happily jumped up and down humming a tune. Her grandmother was holding her other hand as we tried to keep her safe.

"Corrie." Arielle called out to me, pulling me out of my train of thought.

"Hmm" I muttered.

"How old are you?" She asked. It wasn't odd that she wanted to know my age but it was quite abrupt.

"I'll be 29 this year." I answered, not thinking too much...