Edward walked into the dining room, the sun rays escaping in from the wide trio windows by the wall. She was already sitting on the opposite side of the dining table, twelve seats away from him at either side. Dressed in her sweatpants, but way better than she had appeared a day before. At least she was less pale and her hair was well combed but her face was the same. Emotionless.
Emily could feel his eyes on her. Watching her real close. But she was not going to act like she knew. She allowed the silence to flow.
"Emily," he said, introducing his voice to the rhythm of forks and spoons clashing against the plate. "Your company called yesterday, you know."
‘What?’.... It felt like the food rushed to her head, chocking her. Emily coughed, almost vomiting it out. She raised her head, and
