Blinded by tears, all logic gone, I pull my cell out of my jacket, without thinking, I dial Jake’s number with vibrating fingertips; tears coursing down my face and my nose running wildly. I can’t think straight, I just need to feel grounded again, to feel safe. I need to hear his voice. I need my Jake to do what he always does and bring me back from the brink of hysteria.
It rings twice, and he answers … even seeing it’s me.
“Hello.”
Oh my god—he answered.
I cradle the cell tighter to my face, stifling my sobs to try and talk. The wave of relief hitting me hard like a punch in my gut and I am momentarily stunned that he actually picked up.
“Emma?” he seems concerned before I even speak, he must be able to hear my heavy breathing and pathetic sobs and sniffs. I’m hardly quiet.
“Jake
