Chapter 467

They talked logistics and when Emma disconnected, she felt better. She stood and headed into the house, switching off lights as she made her way through the empty rooms to her childhood bedroom. She closed the door and changed out of her clothes and into an oversized t-shirt that she remembered too late belonged to Jake. She somehow managed to get it mixed up in her own clothes when they came back from Merveille. Too tired and heartbroken to care, she climbed into bed, wrapping her arms around herself and imagining she could still smell him on the fabric. She closed her eyes and told herself that the ache in her chest was heartburn from the Chinese food. She was cold because there was a draft coming in somewhere and her eyes were watering because of the dust. None of it had to do with missing Jake. None of it meant anything other than a physical response to her environment. If she felt a little sad it was because she was back in the bedroom she grew up in—a place she swore she would ne