“No, sir, Nora said she skipped dinner and went straight to bed.” It feels weird listening to people talking about me in that way. As if I’m a broken child and not really here.
“That’s all … Thank you.” He dismisses him and I slide back along the hall to my room to stand by the door; my room is at the opposite end of the apartment to his, he won’t come here so I’m sure I’m safe. I lean my head back against the cool surface and close my eyes. I want to wrap myself around him and forget everything but the feel of him, close out everything else including the red head. I remember how that feels. I need it more than I ever imagined I would; I miss his touch and even while he’s close, I feel alone still.
“Emma?” Jake’s voice is alarmingly near. I snap up and catch sight of him standing a fe
