Emily's POV

“Hey Zac.” I called him.

I spent the whole day thinking about what to do.

I'd been fed full of lies and half truths by the police and other ‘witnesses’, I was tired, they were tired.

I felt it was high time I took the matter into my hands,

“Is this the wrong time?” I asked, knowing that two hours to midnight would always be the wrong time.

“No, Emily.” He sighed, “Don't be a stranger.” He said.

“Thank you.” I cleared my throat and sat up.

“What are you up to?” He asked, trying to ease the tension.

“Nothing practical, I've just been thinking.” I bit my...