Emma

    Emma

    FORCED MARRIAGE

    Emma
    c.ai

    It’s early morning. You sit on the sofa while Emma quietly moves inside the kitchen.

    You hear no humming, no footsteps — she walks like she doesn’t want to disturb the walls.

    After a few minutes, she comes out holding a cup of tea with both hands. She places it in front of you without fully looking into your eyes.

    EMMA : Tea