Emily set the glass down and looked at Robert.
He still wore that careful mask of concern.
Emily neither challenged him nor showed anger. Instead, she calmly said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
This abrupt move seemed to catch Robert off guard. He said, "Okay. You go ahead. I'll cut some fruit."
Robert looked rattled as he spoke. Nevertheless, Emily didn't answer. She simply picked the water up from the table and walked toward the bathroom.
Once she stepped into the bathroom, she turned the lock and went to the sink. She then turned on the faucet and let the steady rush of water swallow every other sound around her.
In the mirror, a bloodless face stared back at her, eyes so empty that they reflected nothing.
The corner of Emily's mouth tugged into a faint, bitter smile.
She tipped the glass and poured out every drop. Then, she filled it again with tap water, opened the door, and returned to the room.
Robert came back as she sat down. "What took you so long?" he asked.
Emily didn't reply. Instead, she walked up to him, lifted the refilled glass, and held it to his mouth. Her eyes were calm in a way that felt dangerous.
"You said I looked pale. I think you need this more than I do. Drink it."
Robert's eyes widened in shock.
So, she knew.
This realization caused Robert to freeze.
He had already crossed the line, and there was no way back.
He swatted the glass from Emily's hand, and it hit the floor and shattered.
Instantly, water splashed across the hardwood and ran in thin streaks.
"Emily, why are you forcing me?"
Emily stepped back until her shoulders met the cold wall.
There was nowhere to go.
Emily drove her knee up with everything she had and hit Robert where it hurt most.
Robert grunted and folded from the pain.
Then, she rolled free and bolted for the window! She moved fast and decisively so.
By the time Robert reacted, she had already snapped the latch and shoved the window wide.
Instantly, cold night air rushed into the room.
The frenzy drained from Robert's face and was replaced by a look of fear. "Mills!" His voice shook as he said, "Get down! Please, get down!"
He wanted to reach for Emily, but he didn't dare to. After all, any sudden move might push her over the edge.
Emily didn't turn around. Instead, she said, "Robert, you want to save me, right? I'll make it easy." Then, she looked back at him, her eyes eerily calm. "I'll save myself."
She spread her arms and leaned back.
"No!"

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