Emma's POV

I heard the ticking of the clock in the kitchen, and somehow it made me feel even more depressed. I sat at the dining table, staring at the cold cup of tea in front of me. The night felt so long. I wished I could shake this uneasy feeling, but the more I tried, the harder it became.

Joseph said he would be back. The thought made me feel uneasy. What would he do if I refused again? Would he keep pushing? Or maybe he had other plans? I didn’t know, and the uncertainty made me feel even more depressed.

Maybe I should find a way to get...