Emma stared at the half-packed suitcase, her fingers trembling as they hovered over the major belongings she dared to take. A single pair of jeans, two shirts, the shattered remnants of Damien's necklace tucked into a velvet pouch, and her designs - it barely filled the bottom of the bag. That's all she could count as her own. Three years of marriage and that's all I have from it! A sigh left her lips.
"Pack. Just pack and leave."
But where?
The hospital bills were paid - for now - but Oliver had frozen every account, every card, every lifeline. Her mother's next treatment, the rent, food - how long could she last before desperation forced her back? CanI even afford a place to live? I still have to pay the loan sharks.
Where should I go?
Just as Emma stepped downstairs, her eyes
