#Chapter107
/"Maybe you should call him then … He owes you an explanation, Emma … You can’t just keep second guessing him all the time./" She picks up my phone and lays it on my chest, but I don’t move. The last thing I want to do is call him. He’ll be driving back to Manhattan anyway, back to his apartment, miles away from me. He wouldn’t pick up.
/"Can we drop this?/" I sit up so the phone slides down my body and lands on the bed. She sighs and flops back beside me, flat so her head is nestled in my cushions. Thinking for a moment, she sits up and takes my hand.
/"You know what the biggest problem with you two is?/" Sarah blinks at me but I just glare at her and offer no response.
