Emily's hand dramatically flew to her mouth, while her other hand was flashing the phone screen to the resident.
Never in her entire life did she feel utter humiliation, all because she put her trust into the wrong person.
She watched in satisfaction as the resident scrambled towards her—trembling in fear.
Washing her hands in the sink, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror and scoffed at how miserable she looked—smeared mascara, puffy eyes, snotty nose. She totally ticked all the boxes on the Look of a Brokenhearted Checklist.
While the resident was busy spouting words Emily refused to hear, the sound of the rushing water soothed her and slowly her face turned serene and content.
It was as if at that moment, Emily finally let go of the baggage that was weighing down her shoulders. She let out a sigh when her sight landed on her bony shoulder blades.
