Emma stared at the phone lying next to her. She knew she should call. She had to. It was mother's day, and as poorly as her last interaction with her mother had gone she was still her mother, right? She wished things had gone differently. She wished she didn't feel so stifled, like she had to control herself so meticulously to be worthy.

Emma buried her head in her hands with a groan, unsure of what to do. Did she go on with her day like it was any other or did she call, pretend that nothing was wrong? {{user}} walked in, saving her from her thoughts. "Hey, you didn't have any plans?"