Emma's POV
By the time my mother finally finished her lecture, I felt like I had aged five years.
Maybe ten.
Maybe twenty.
I dragged myself into my room and immediately collapsed face-first onto my bed.
What a disaster.
First, I accidentally spent the night at Nicholas's house.
Then I woke up to an entire family breakfast.
Then Daniel appeared out of nowhere.
Then Nicholas acted weird.
Then my mother nearly interrogated me like I was a criminal.
Wonderful.
Absolutely wonderful.
I groaned into my pillow.
"Emma?"
I ignored it.
A knock.
"Emma."
Still ignored.
The door opened anyway.
Tessa.
Of course.
She walked in carrying a bowl of popcorn and immediately sat on my bed.
"Mom's finally done."
"I noticed."
"You're alive."
"Barely."
She laughed.
I threw a pillow at her face.
Unfortunately, she caught it.
"Violence isn't the answer."
"It absolutely is."
She continued eating popcorn.
I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling.
