Anything For You
"Back to you, young man. How old are you exactly?"
The question hit Emily like a punch to the gut. She inhaled sharply, a chunk of chow mein lodging in her throat. As she coughed and sputtered, her mind raced. Shit, shit, shit. This was not happening.
Sophia snorted, poorly disguising her laughter as she thumped Emily on the back.
Lucas, ever the picture of composure, set down his chopsticks and met her father's eyes. "I'm forty four."
Emily's coughing fit intensified.
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