EMMY

Emmy closed her front door quickly and tried to resist the urge to check the window if Simon’s car was still there.

“Coffee,” she said to the empty room and walked towards the open kitchen.

As she was making a cup of tea – because her mind was apparently not working properly – she kept thinking about what happened tonight. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies and she felt a smile creep unto her face. No, stop it! She smoothed out her dress. She was fooling herself. It meant nothing. He was just being nice to her. He pitied her. Just like everyone else did whenever they found out about what happened. That’s why she stopped telling people. That’s why Mikey didn’t know. Mikey. This was ridiculous. She was running around visiting a man...

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