In two days time I was discharged from the hospital. I got home and noticed the place being guarded by men in black suites. I was so tired I had to rest, it's been two nights and Dario didn't come back.
I crawl on my bed, finding warmth. I didn't want to think, atleast not now. I should give him that benefit of doubt atleast.
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I didn't even notice when Emma got back home, the nap really hit hard.
I entered the kitchen—she was baking cookies on the gas oven and it drew my attention.
“Hi,” I said.
“Oh,you're awake, you shouldn't be up you know.”
“I'm better now.”
“No, you're not. You need more rest and if Dario finds out I let you get up from that bed he would kill me.” She said, laughing.
“Can we not talk about him.” Her smile immediately disappears and I feel sad already.
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