NOLAN
“It's been a while, hasn't it?” she said, her back turned to me, sitting in a chair that had lost a leg– I believe there's no question about how she was still able to recline into it. “I shouldn't even be here, Nolan.”
Clearing my throat because I couldn't think of even a damn thing to say. Finally finding some words, I voiced out, “It's good that you are… I mean, you look good, you know. Like really good.”
“Oh, you think?” She responded almost immediately, “well, if only I could feel good too. That would be nice, don't you agree?”
It was a little strange to see her this way. Something was, uh, you know, different. She wasn't the charming, level-headed Emily I knew. The lady before me seemed angry, disappointed and somehow still more put together than I had ever seen her. She was
