SEVENTY-FIVE

The next morning, Gemma opened her eyes, and she recognized the room where she laid, she was in their room from what she remembered Isaac asked to take her to the hospital, she breathed in and sighed, turning over, Isaac wasn't in bed, she shut her eyes for a moment, he must have gone to work, she assumed, this was good timing she could sneak off or come home late for now, to avoid the discussion. So many thoughts ran through her head and she held her head, sitting up. She stared around the room and he was nowhere to be seen. She looked at the table where he kept his phone, and it was laying there. He hadn't gone to work yet. Gemma suddenly felt the urge to reach out for the phone but stopped. She pushed the duvet off.

She had her hair in a ponytail, her clothes were changed, she was now in a black polo and shorts, Gemma stretched, yawning wide. Her body was aching.

She wore her slipper, getting up and the door opened,

Gemma raised her gaze, seeing him her expression fell, she had