Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen

Emma’s POV

It’s been two weeks since the news.

Liam and I have barely said two words to each other since that night, especially after Sammy left us. To be honest, yes, I was mad at him, but I didn’t necessarily not want to talk to him. I just didn’t know what I was to say. I expect he felt the same way too, considering he’d been spending most nights out, probably with Anna, since then and I don’t even blame him. Whenever we would cross paths in the apartment, it was always very awkward between us. Sometimes, when he’s even coming down the stairs, and he notices me just chilling in the living room, he’d pretend like he had forgotten something upstairs and would proceed to stay there until I vacated the area and went up to my room. There have been many of those instances. He’d wait to hear the click of my bedroom door and then about five minutes later, I’m guessing, in a means not to seem obvious or whatever, he’d come out of his room and go downstairs to watch TV.

It’s been crazy for