“Addison.” I turn my sad eyes toward my childhood best friend as she whispers my name.
She’s been here in Dubai for the last few months. When I needed someone, she was the one person I knew would drop everything to help me. She was here two days after I called her.
Now, I look into her eyes and see the concern. I turn away, not wanting to see the reflection of truth in her gaze. There’s no hiding from the facts any longer.
“He’ll be here,” I say.
“Yes, but you should be resting,” Emma says softly.
A tear rolls down my cheek. I don’t want to rest. I need to get my affairs in order. I have to tell the truth, all of the truth. Not that he won’t be able to see it on his own.
“Rest will come soon enough,” I say tiredly. “Where’s Chloe?”
“Resting, like her mother should be,” Emma sighs.
I nod my head, looking down at the locket clutched in my fingertips. I flip it open, running my finger over the tiny picture. Her green eyes stare back at me.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper to the picture. “I was so selfish.”