Emily’s POV

“You can always tell me what it is that is bothering you.” She began, her voice low and trembling as though the weight of the words I’m about to speak could shatter the fragile calm of the room. Her eyes roamed my features as she eagerly awaited what I had to say. The room grew silent for a few minutes. The only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Scrambling for my phone, I turned it on and scrolled through the past messages I received. She stared at me all ...