Emily lay in bed, her mind still reeling from the events of the previous night. She heard the apartment door receive a knock, and Jackson's footsteps as he went to answer it.
She remembered how he hadn't even come to check on her after their argument, but had still come into the bedroom to lie down, his presence feeling like an intrusion. And now, this morning, he was up early, already stirring and making noise.
Emily folded herself into a ball on the bed, holding her stomach as a wave of discomfort washed over her.
She felt a sense of unease, her body and mind still reeling from the tension and anger of the previous night.
Just as she was starting to drift off into a restless sleep, she heard Jackson call her name from the sitting room. "Emily! Emily, can you come here for a minute?"
