Back at home, Emily opened her eyes to the florescent lights of Matt's living room with the picture in her hand.
She sat up straight. Her eyes adjusting to the lights, wondering what time it was, lost for a bit.
The crease of the photo as she adjusted herself to stand reminded her of the reason she had slept in the first place and why.
Matt.
She was at Matt's place and found a photo of a woman by his sink.
A woman that seemed oddly familiar.
She took one long look at the photo again and was startled by the gate that jangled outside.
A quick peek through the blinds suggested Matt was home.
“Emily?” he called as soon as he entered the gates.
“Emily, where are you? I brought food home. Your favorite.” he announced as he walked up the staircase.
He was a few steps from where she was
