Chapter 45;

Emma couldn't sleep that night, even though she flopped her bed like a bag of potatoes, her mind trailed away, Jeremy already told her he wasn't coming home, and that he had some things to sort out.

She rolled to the other side, letting out a low groan, before clutching her bed sheets hard. She stared at the ceiling for ten minutes, trying to twirl with her hair.

When she was little, her mother said milk was healthy and was good for sleeping, she chugged tons into her mouth that day, only hell knew she ended in the toilet barfing.

She finally stood up from the bed, reaching for her phone on the bed side table, swiping over to her social handle, and she read the comments.

#Gooddigger_12: Cute couple.

#Dr_Noah4: Why does it seem fake?

She rolled her eyes, staring blankly at the screen, she knew she was working, but a part of her itched to text him. Just one text Emma. She told herself.

Emma: Hey.

He didn't reply, she flinched. Bobbed back on the bed, and pulled her hair.

Her phone pinge