Emma

Two days later.

Work is a blur. My mind keeps replaying the events of the last few days over and over, each moment more suffocating than the last. 

Now my mother knows about my affair with Knox, and I thought I’d be able to handle her reaction, to match her energy and keep my composure, but I can’t anymore. The weight of it all is too much to bear.

I sit at my desk, my hands trembling slightly as I try to focus on the stack of papers in front of me, but the tears keep coming. I tell myself to stop, to pull it together, but each time...