“Seriously? What are you doing? We need to get this whole thing sorted out and you're standing over there like some sort of statue,” Emma yelled, making Lyra snap out of her thoughts.
“I-I,” Lyra stammered, rubbing the back of her head, “I don't have it.”
“You don't have what?” Emma wondered, “What don't you have Lyra?” She asked, spreading her hands.
“His number, I don't have it,” Lyra said slowly.
“Are you kidding me? All this time you've been married to him and declaring your undying love for this man you don't have his number?” Emma’s eyes widened, she couldn't believe her ears.
What is Lyra doing? If there was someone she needed to prioritize was Aaron and of course, Lily and her but look at the love bird, she doesn't even have her lover's number.
“What do I do now? What am I
