EMMA
My fingers had betrayed me.
The keys clicked beneath them like they had a mind of their own, the letter "N" streaming endlessly across the screen—row after row, as my thoughts had narrowed into one panicked pulse.
I hadn't even realized I was typing until the screen dimmed slightly, my laptop snapping shut with a loud clack that startled the breath out of my lungs.
I blinked, once, twice like the world had just come back into focus.
Lucy was standing in front of me, arms crossed, brows drawn tight. Her expression wasn't annoyed no, it was concern masked behind a veil of playfulness.
"I have been calling your name for two minutes, Emma," she said, tilting her head. "Are you okay, or should I be worried you are falling into the abyss of your brain?"
I straightened slowly, trying to gather the thoughts I didn't even realize had unraveled. "I am fine," I answered too quickly. "Really."
