Chapter 861: Being Alive

Lying on her bed with both her laptop and phone in front of her, Amy sighed deeply when she refreshed her email for the hundredth time and there was no new email.

She had been at it all day since it was Saturday and she didn't have any work to distract her. It was either this or she could revisit the endless photo albums of Miley on her laptop, each picture a fresh stab of grief. Or, she could scroll mindlessly through social media, the forced cheerfulness of others only amplifying her own emptiness. Neither option held much appeal.

Perhaps she should have asked him to give her his email address instead of arrogantly giving him hers? Amy mused, biting her lower lip as she kept her gaze fixed on her phone.

She contemplated giving Lucy a call to find out if she had heard from him yet and to know how he was doing, but she shook her head.

With a click, she refreshed the inbox again. Nothing. Disappointment gnawed at her.