Jemma could finally breathe now that she had found Owen. Her body, and most importantly the baby, were safe and not in some psychopaths hands. She felt bad for freaking out on Emerson earlier, fully realizing now this wasn’t a dream she could just wake up from. The six pack of beer swung slightly as she approached his place, knocking on his door before she could regret coming here.
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