The next morning, Emma straightened her crumpled clothes as she headed out of the hospital. She was accompanied by two bodyguards with handcuffs on her wrists. She looked around as if watching for any reporters.
Her eyes met a few hanging around the hospital. She gulped down emptiness as she was pushed toward a police van.
Her eyes were puffy. Her mind still itching from the flowers she'd received.
She couldn't rest. No, she'd forgotten how to do so.
The flowers meant something she couldn't wrap her fingers around.
But the heavier thought was who sent them? What message was the person trying to pass?
"You're out. How are you feeling?" A reporter's question made her snap out of her thoughts.
"Get away from here, miss." The heavy voice of the policeman made the reporter back away a st
