"It's part of my promise to Em."
She turned to Harper."I don't know if you're aware, but she made us all promise her that we'd take care of him the best we could."
He swallowed when Harper smiled at him.
"Emmett told me—and Blane did.She made Blane promise that he'd have Emmett's back.She made Cash promise that he'd push him beyond his comfort zone."
She smiled."She made Emmett promise that he'd love again someday."
"Right," said Libby."She wanted to make sure that everyone who loves him looks out for him and the girls, and that's why there's a letter for you."
Emmett's gaze flew to the envelope Harper was holding.
For the woman who'll love Emmett.
Harper looked down at it and then back up at him and held it out to him.
He shook his head.
"If Em had wanted me to read it, she would have left it with me.It's for you.She wanted you to have it."
He turned to Libby."You've kept these letters all this time?"
"Guarded them with my life."Libby gave him a sad smile."I didn't know if I'd ever have to give them to you, but..."
She smiled at Harper."Here we are."
Then she waved a hand at them."But listen.I'm going to scoot now.Those letters are personal and you guys need space, so I'll be on my way."
"Thanks, Lib."
Harper looked up at her."Yeah.Thanks, Libby."
"Don't look so scared," Libby told her."The only reason you're holding that envelope right now is because Em made me promise her that if Emmett met someone, loved someone, who I knew loved him back and I thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with her, I'd hand that letter over."
She shrugged."I have no idea what it says."
She glanced at Emmett."But I know Emily, and..."
She pointed toward her truck."And I'm going."
He nodded."Thanks, Lib."
"Yeah.I'll give you guys a call tomorrow, okay?"
He smiled."We'll give you a call later."He knew she'd be worried until she heard from him.
"Are you sure you..."asked Harper.
He smiled."I am.But even if I weren't, it's not my call.Em gave that letter to Libby to give to you."
"But Emily didn't...I wasn't..."
"But she believed in you."He nodded at the envelope."She wouldn't have written to you if she didn't."
She looked at the envelope he was holding."Sorry.I'm going on about my letter and you...you have your own.After all this time..."
He nodded but didn't trust his voice.She came and rested her hand on his shoulder.