Emma's POV

I woke up feeling like I hadn't slept at all.

My eyes were puffy, my thoughts still swirling around last night like a bad storm. Ugh. Great. Now I had emotional hangovers too.

I dragged myself out of bed, threw on my uniform, and headed downstairs. It was just past seven. Damon always had breakfast between 7:00 and 7:15. I didn't need an alarm anymore-my anxiety had become one.

The kitchen smelled like toasted bread and sizzling eggs. I plated his usual-sunny side up, buttered toast, ...