ARTEMISIA

"Where is Emma?" I asked Julie who was still by the window side.

She glanced at me and let out a sigh.

"She is asleep. Again, she sleeps like a log."

"I agree," I mumbled.

If possible, Emma could be stolen while asleep. I wonder how possible it was for a person to sleep without coming awake till the next morning.

I had told her several times and she had told me she needed enough sleep for her body to develop well.

Moreover, she had said ...