John's coming over, and I'm just trying to understand.
Emily sat inside the flat. She wasn’t really afird of Knives, she had either not meant what she said or perhaps Emily had misunderstood but she did everything John asked.
She was curled beside the window and everything was burning. Her skin her eyes her insides. She was angry and hurt and she was confused. She rested her head against the cool window. She should never have trusted that woman. When would she learn? She was dressed in a long sleeve shirt and shorts her hair still in it’s messy braid. Her hands had stated shaking like they had last night, but this time with anger.