I shake my head repeatedly until I feel myself grow light headed. The sick feeling in my stomach builds up until it's overwhelming.
"No way, Jake wouldn't do that." I whisper, feeling my entire body shaking in fear.
"You've got this wrong Myra!" I snap, pacing the room up and down. A million thoughts run through my head and I picture Jake in handcuffs, being dragged away.
"So the police are wrong too Emily?" Myra hisses, her eyes wide at my panicked state. I stop pacing, placing a hand on my head where the start of a migraine is beginning to form.
"This can't be happening, this cannot be happening!" I mutter in disbelief, throwing my hands up in the air.
"Why is this happening?" I question, turning to face Myra with a crazed wide eyed look on my face.
"Emily, get it together!" Myra i
