Emma sits up. Her head is heavy, and her heart broken. She let herself feel. She let someone in, and it was a mistake. Her life was empty before he came. Empty, but easy. Sleep was all she lived for. Numb and alone, with nothing and no one. The emptiness was pleasurable compared to the agony and anger she feels now. The wound Aaron left her with had been healing; she was accepting a new path. But now that wound has been ripped open, and the path she chose has been closed to her. Eric doesn’t want her. She feels worthless. Forgettable. She sinks back into bed, picks up her phone, and calls in sick to work. She stares at the stark ceiling and falls into a dreamless, barren sleep. Thump. Thump. Thump. A chill ripples over Emma’s skin when she hears the knock at the door. It’s four in the afternoon. She’s still in her robe and hasn’t showered. She peeks through the peephole, hoping to see blue eyes, but instead she sees mascara-coated eyelashes batting back at her. She opens the door a crack.
What do You think about The Righteous And The Wicked?
