Emily’s POV
True to his word, Jin didn’t contact me over the weekend. The only message I got was a single, sterile text yesterday evening: Pickup Friday, 8 PM. Black tie event at the opera. Details to follow. - Jin
It was Tuesday, and I was already dreading Friday. The "no contact" had been my idea, my desperate plea for space to build my emotional fortifications. But the silence felt less like a reprieve and more like a void. He’d given me exactly what I’d asked for, and it was… lonely. The memory of our last encounter on the sidewalk played on a loop.
I wanted to smash my head against the keyboard, but I didn’t because I’m supposed to act like a freaking adult.
Chloe’s intervention helped a little, but I’m unsure if all her training will work once I’m in front of Jin.
By Tuesday
