Emma's POV

Amme pointed at Adam, clearly amused, saying he looked like a child. Sure. A very problematic child. One I was dealing with even though I wasn't his mother, his friend, or his girlfriend.

"Emma, why do you think he's like this? Look at him. He's even wearing pajamas… and ew. He smells like alcohol."

Amme leaned closer to Adam, and I followed her. She was right. He reeked of vodka. He was wearing pajamas, his hair was a mess, and he looked dirty. Where the hell had he been? What