"Why did you not say something?" He demanded as he made out her shape nearing him."I could not, Harlen." She said. "There was no time, the orcs had to...be dealt with." Her eyes were still cold and hard as ice.He looked at her with wide eyes. She squatted beside him and put the heirloom down. "Please, Harlen, do not hold the actions I take while holding that thing against me." She whispered, with tears in her eyes.He shrugged. "It seems you elven folk have a lot of times that you can act without. The goalwas for him to raise his arms out straight towards the large pink bunnybefore trying to raise himself off the ground far enough to give therabbit a hug. He was then expected to hold that position for as long ashe could before lowering himself back to the floor as slowly as he couldmanage. If his Aunt felt he hadn't held the hug long enough, she wouldplayfully tease him that "Mr. Bunbun was sad that little Joe wasn'tgiving him enough love" or she would turn the rabbit excitedly side. She started tapping and scrolling before showing the phone to Brent.“Is this your wife’s phone number? Well, I mean, was it?” she asked.Brent glanced at the phone and, sure enough, Andrea’s cellphone number was on Emma’s screen. The contact name was listed as “Andrea from the shelter.”Brent was speechless for a moment. “Yes, it is. Was. How do you have that?”Emma swallowed. “I knew her. I volunteer at the shelter as well. She was an incredible woman. I was shocked when I went in one day and. .. I'm sorry you had to hear that," Mr. Ryan said. "It's okay." I didn't really know what else to say. "It's just my wife having girl problems," he sarcastically replied. "Yeah, I understand totally. Why can't everyone just be simple?" "Do you need a ride home?" he asked. "No, my mom will be here in an hour," I said, not wanting to be rude. "Well, I'll stay with you till she gets here," Mr. Ryan told me. "No, it's okay, but thanks," I said. "No, I insist," Mr. Ryan said. "Oh, um, okay." I went.