The words swam before her eyes, blurring together. She blinked hard, trying to focus.
"Oh, f**k," Emily whispered, her voice cracking. "He says he loves me."
Sophia leaned in, eyes wide. "Whoa. That's... intense."
Emily laughed, a sharp, bitter sound. "Yeah, no s**t. What am I supposed to do with that?"
She stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. The tequila churned in her stomach, threatening to make a reappearance.
"I can't... I can't deal with this right now," she muttered, tossing the phone aside. It landed face-down on the couch cushion, the message still glowing accusingly.
Sophia wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to figure it all out tonight."
Emily leaned into her friend, closing her eyes against the sudden sting of tear
