Emily sulked on the couch. It wasn’t very hard to tell that she was bothered about something. Susan watched her for a few minutes. Emily hadn’t been in that state since Sam and she probably forgot that she was in the sitting room. Rather, she’d lock herself in her bedroom and sulk all day.
“Emily?”, Susan called softly. Emily remained in that spot, with that disturbed look, deep in whatever she was thinking about. “Emily?!”
“Uhn”, Emily stuttered, looking straight at Susan. Like Susan’s voice had barged into her thoughts, she was going to shout at the intruder. “Susan?”
“Are you alright? What are you thinking about?”, Susan asked.
“Me? I’m alright. I’m totally fine”, Emily said in a tired voice. “I’m not thinking of anything”
“That’s the first symptom of depression. You begin to stutt
