The morning after the party, I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing. I shift out of bed, taking a second to admire Emily next to me, her red hair splayed over the hotel pillow. Last night, we got back from the party late. I know it’s been a lot for her meeting her birth mom and the pressure of finishing her show. I’m so damned proud of her even as I admire her for doing what she needs to even when she’s afraid. It’s one more thing I love about her. I tug on boxer briefs and head out to the balcony to answer the call from...