F I F T Y - N I N E

EVA. 

"Thank you. " I say to the man behind the wheels before I get out of the car and throw my bag over my shoulder. My chest falls in a sigh as my eyes move to the spot where Emerson's car is parked, and I know he's inside. 

I take deep breaths to keep myself under control before I walk up to the front door. 

When I walk through the door, Emerson is standing behind the couch with his eyes on me, still in his same attire from school. 

"Hey, " he throws me a smile as he leans away from the couch and I shut the door behind me before I respond to his greeting, "Hey. "

Silence swims around us and I try not to note the fact that the silence is tensed as Emerson walks up to me. He lifts his hand to my shoulder and moves my bag from there, tossing it to the side before he rests his hands on my shoulders. 

"How are you feeling?" He questions