Liz had come home late on the night she'd spent out thinking. It had been almost 24 hours since then, and she still hadn't approached Peter. He hated it when she wasn't talking to him, and it didn't really help that Thomas and Robert kept running off together and giggling and Emma kept shooting him glances that made him nervous. Had Liz told Emma what Peter had said? Was she just mad at him for running Liz off for a day? He had no idea.
( No More Hiding )
( No More Hiding )