Emily's POV.
Sunday was worse.
If I thought yesterday had been bad, today was a whole new level of miserable.
I woke up feeling like s**t.
Not physically…no, physically, I was fine. But my mind wouldn’t shut up. My chest felt tight, my stomach was weirdly unsettled, and the silence in the house was suffocating.
Cole was still nowhere to be seen, and I had no idea what he was doing. No clue where he had gone.
And I shouldn’t care.
I shouldn’t want to know.
But I did.
The more I tried to push him out of my head, the more present he became. Every room I walked into reminded me of him. Every single thing I did felt empty, dull, pointless.
I needed to get out.
I needed a distraction.
So I went to the gym.
And that was my first mistake.
I stepped inside, barely paying attention to
