Emma’s POVThe phone in my hand felt like a live wire, vibrating aggressively against my palm. The screen flashed with an unfamiliar sequence of numbers, but deep down in my gut, I already knew who it was.I slid my thumb across the glass and lifted it to my ear, keeping my voice completely flat. "Hello?""Emma? Oh thank God. Please, Babe, don't hang up—"Click.I didn't let him finish the sentence. I didn't even let him breathe into the microphone. I cut the call, pressed the power button down until the screen went completely black, and tossed the phone onto the far corner of my mattress."Asshole," I muttered to the empty room, pulling the heavy duvet over my head.I didn't want to think about Luca. I didn't want to think about Sophia, or the maternity clinic, or the absolute circus my life had become. Within minutes, the emotional exhaustion pulled me under, and I drifted into a heavy, dreamless sleep.When I finally opened my eyes, the room was completely dark. I blinked at the ce
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