Chapter 073
Emilia's POV
I didn't get any sleep.
Not at all.
The hallway was quiet—a quiet that made me feel uncomfortable, as if the air was not moving. I felt as if someone was pressing down on my chest. I kept remembering what Niklas had said, and every detail of our last talk became clearer in my mind.
Blackwood.
His mother.
A past I was never aware we had in common.
I should have tried to catch him. I wish I had said something, even if it was just a little. I remained still as he walked away from me. Now, the quiet between us seemed like a barrier I couldn't cross.
I went into the kitchen, wearing my hoodie and sweatpants. I had no makeup, no sleep, and I was alone with my thoughts.
Jonas was already sitting there, stirring his coffee like he wasn't about to change everythin
