And saving her charity was the closest thing she could think of to atonement. If it weren’t for those two facts, Emelia would have been out. Done. Gone. Emelia stabbed a piece of cake with her fork. Mashed it between the prongs. She’d tried to convince herself it didn’t matter. That her life as Mia Caldwell was behind her. That Emelia Mason was all that mattered. And Emelia Mason hadn’t done anything wrong. But there wasn’t a single cell in her body that was letting her believe it. Especially since Lacey had called her out. It was good they had the religion thing between them. She could hide behind that without any difficulty. Her gaze lingered on Peter’s broad back as he stood at the counter of the boutique bakery, ordering another dessert. His Olympic dreams and decency and faith were far too good for her. She’d been foolish to ever hope there might be a possibility of anything different. But now she’d had a cold dose of reality. Not even Peter would be able to forgive her for what she’d done.
