My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 150

As soon as Emily Blair opened her social feed, a flood of photos and updates filled her screen.

She scrolled absentmindedly, her thumb moving slowly, one post after another.

Most of Isabella Austin’s updates weren’t about herself—just fragments of daily life—but almost every other post was about Andrew Lane. One caught Emily’s eye: a grainy ultrasound photo, captioned with a string of excited emojis.

Emily kept scrolling, all the way back through Isabella’s history. Years ago, she’d posted an old photo from high school days with Andrew.

The two of them, side by side in blue and white uniforms, silhouetted against a sunset. They weren’t holding hands, but their knuckles brushed, shy and tentative. It was the kind of almost-romance that only exists in youth—a hush of affection, secret and unspoken.

When she finally stopped, Emily sat for a while in silence. Then she backed out of Isabella’s profile and returned to Andrew Lane’s chat.

Her finger hovered over his contact on her phone, pausing above the “Delete” option for a long time.

She hesitated. She could let go of Andrew Lane, but not the memories captured in their conversations.

Behind her, Elizabeth Wilson stirred, murmuring sleepily. Emily’s heart skipped. Had she woken her again?

But by the time she realized what she’d done, her finger had already tapped “Delete.”

Andrew Lane was gone from her contacts.

She stared at the screen, stunned for a moment.

Then, unexpectedly, she felt a lightness. Relief.

This was what she wanted.

Without letting herself spiral into second thoughts, she switched off her phone and closed her eyes, letting sleep finally take her.

The next day, as usual, she joined Elizabeth after school to set up their little stand outside the gates.

To Emily’s surprise, the line was just as long as ever. Business was booming, and the two of them worked non-stop, barely catching a breath.

By the end of the evening, exhausted, they trudged home together.

When Andrew Lane’s call came, Emily was too tired to think. She just answered out of habit.

“Hello? Who is this?”

There was a pause.

A low, familiar voice: “Emily Blair.”

She blinked, caught off guard. Then it hit her—last night, she’d deleted Andrew from her chat app, but she’d forgotten to block his number.

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