Emily’s POV

As soon as I got to the hotel room, and checked the room for cameras.

The walls had no photograph.

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the wall for a while.

I did not cry. I was heartbroken, running underneath everything for weeks, quietly.

I ordered food and ate enough to think properly. Even though I barely could figure out the food's taste.

I tried to rearrange the whole situation, by laying out every piece, trying to understand what the hell was actually ...