Emma's Pov
The rain had stopped by the time I got home, but the weight in my chest hadn't.
I dropped my bag by the door and leaned against the wall, closing my eyes. The apartment was dark, quiet, too quiet. I could still hear his voice in my head, the way he said my name, the way the silence after felt like gravity pulling me back into a place I swore I'd never return.
I changed into sweats, made tea, and sat on the couch staring into nothing. My thoughts kept looping, like a record stuck on the same line
I meant every word.
I'd spent years teaching others how to move on, how to forgive, how to heal. But now, I was the hypocrite therapist who couldn't follow her own advice.
Before I realized what I was doing, I picked up my phone and scrolled to Jack's name. My thumb hovered for a second. Jack always knew when to listen and when to distract me and tonight, I needed both.
I hit call.
He picked up on the second ring. "Emma? You okay?"
