They talked logistics and when Emma disconnected, she felt better. She stood and headed into the house, switching off lights as she made her way through the empty rooms to her childhood bedroom. She closed the door and changed out of her clothes and into an oversized t-shirt that she remembered too late belonged to Jake. She somehow managed to get it mixed up in her own clothes when they came back from Merveille. Too tired and heartbroken to care, she climbed into bed, wrapping her arms ...