#Chapter211
My life has been turned on its head and every version of who I was or am has me so upside down and back to front, I’ve no idea who I am anymore. All I know is graceful, cold, PA Emma, would never be in the crazy mess I’m in now. I haven’t worn any of her clothes in weeks, let alone those stilettos, which I’ve kept with me almost like a protective talisman. I wear flats now … flats! Girly clothes, cute jumpers, and goddamn summer dresses in romantic fabrics. Hell must have frozen over surely.
/"I’ve been a nightmare, Sarah. It’s a wonder he’s still here./" I cast my mind back to the tearful sobbing, angry shouting and smashing plates of crazy Emma who
has been occupying the apartment with him. The woman who woke from a nap on the couch to find Jake had
set up the bathroom with candles, music, rose petals and a gorgeous bubble bath for me, and told him I hated him before breaking down in sobs. I am a mess. Jake is in
