Maybe it was the heat of the stuffy apartment room, maybe just a natural human craving, but Emma still didn't understand how she and Jordan had the guts to go all the way together the other day. He had a girlfriend then. Did that make her a slut? Was she to be shunned by all of mankind until the day she died? She didn't know. Emma Marlowe just felt empty, but also like someone had poured twenty gallons of guilt into her soul and left her to drown inside it. But she didn't drown yet, she was just sinking and sinking, her lungs filling with guilt, waiting for her heart to slowly stop.