EMMA'S POV
I stood in front of the coffee machine, watching the dark liquid drip slowly into my cup.
The rich, bitter scent usually brought some comfort today, it just hovered uselessly around me, heavy and uninviting.
My thoughts were a mess.
Tangled strings I couldn't solve no matter how hard I pulled.
I clutched the warm mug tighter, willing the heat to seep into the cold corners of my mind. I don't know if it is the fact that I tried recalling one memory that always makes my mind foggy or the fact that several events keep replaying in my head and I can't tell where this occurrence is coming from.
I didn't even hear the footsteps until they were nearly upon me, a soft scuff against the kitchen tiles.
My heart leaped into my throat.
Instinct took over. I spun sharply on my heel, the mug half-lifting in defense, hot coffee threatening to spill.
The person in front of me froze, hands lifted in surrender, wide-eyed.
"Whoa! Easy!" a familiar voice blurted.
