Chapter 11: Babe?
Emma stood at the window of her new room, staring out into the gloomy, overcast afternoon.
The clouds looked heavy, as though they were on the verge of bursting into rain, but still, they held back. Her mind was consumed with the incident that had shattered her life. Jake's betrayal.
It wasn't something she could stop thinking about and she wasn't sure she would ever stop thinking about it or even forget about it.
Though they say 'time heals all things,' Emma wasn't sure she would ever heal from this no matter how long it would take seeing as each breath she took was a reminder of the pain in her heart, and each tick of the clock a mockery of the life she'd once had.
The thoughts in her head were interrupted by the knock on the door.
"Ma'am, lunch is ready," came the soft voice of the housemaid, waiting for Emma's acknowledgment.
"Okay. I'll be down in a few minutes," Emma called back, her voice steady but distant.
She stood for a moment longer, as though gathering the strength to leave the comfort of her solitude, even though she was still getting used to the room.
The rhythmic ticking of the clock echoed in the room, its steady cadence a stark contrast to the chaos swirling in her heart. The aroma of fresh bacon and eggs drifted up from the kitchen, tempting her taste buds, but food was the last thing on her mind.