Emily was cuddled up by the door, her head resting on the car's half-open window, and her eyes too weak to shed another tear. Steph's car radio was talking about some local music band's murder, and the police were on a wild goose chase after the murderers. Emily felt sorry for them, but the pain didn't linger long before her mind drifted to where she would go from here.
"So, where to?" Steph finally asked after twenty minutes of silence.
She didn't know. It was hard to tell what was next for her now. Emily turned to him, her face bare of emotions—perhaps too tired to show any more. "I'm not sure," Emily said, then shrugged. "Maybe I could go to a hotel and stay the night."
"Are you sure?" Steph asked, quickly glancing at her before looking back at the road.
"Yeah," Emily replied weakly
