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Emma was having second thoughts about the restaurant. It wasn't the nicest one in her Upper East Side neighborhood, but it was a nice restaurant on the Upper East Side. She might know people inside it; it might alienate Cordelia.

But Emma liked it here, found something soothing in the crispness of its lines, its bright whites and long windows, its sense of space. Emma never wanted to feel suffocated.

She still had no idea how Cordelia really was. If she was as fine as she claimed. If she needed something. Maybe Emma wouldn't mind if Cordelia did need something. She had missed her; she had worried. Emma wanted her sister. Maybe that was a bridge too far, but Emma didn't want to remove the option entirely.

She also didn't want to affix her heart to her sleeve if Cordelia wasn't better.

But Emma was hopeful.

She sat, a glass of wine in hand, and scrolled through her phone, answering an email or two.

frostyfeelings

Dear Emma,

I didn't know how best to get a hold of you, so I figured this would be the safest bet.

I thought it was only fair to let you know that I'm back in New York. I'm not looking for anything from you, so you don't have to worry about that--not that you'd ever let someone see you sweat. I just thought it was fair you heard it from me first.

I put all my contact info at the bottom of this letter, in case you're interested. If you're not, that's fair. I don't have any expectations of you, and I don't mean that as an insult. I'm just trying not to make assumptions or take anything for granted.

I hope you're well, and I do mean that.

Your sister,
Cordelia