No sound. Finally, there’s no sound. Has everybody left? The place seems empty. Too empty, as if even her children are not even there. Emma opens her eyes. She’s not worried, she knows that her children are being taken care of. Emma touches her face, no more tears. Apparently, she can’t shed anymore. She doesn’t wanna wake up. She wishes she doesn’t have to wake up. However, she still has two children. She must wake up for them. How long has she been sleeping? Three days? Four? Five? Is it time to wake up? Is it time to deal?
What time is it? Emma doesn’t know, she doesn’t even care. It can be morning; it can be night. Why does it even matter anymore anyway? Slowly, absentmindedly, Emma rubs her tummy. God, no… She doesn’t only have two children, she’s about to have three. Oh, for God’s s
