Tara Summer couldn't help but call out again, "…Emma, are you okay? Why aren't you speaking?!"
"Tara…" Emma Benson finally spoke, her voice sounding off, with a hint of hoarseness.
The woman's unusually heavy voice made Tara's heart sink, her delicate brows furrowing even more tightly.
"Emma, what's wrong? Haven't you resolved things with Walter Schmidt yet?"
There was another silence from the other end of the phone, making Tara even more anxious, but she didn't want to pressure her and make her feel more cornered.
"Tara, I want to come to Saint Emperia Island. Could you send someone to pick me up, please?" After a long while, Emma spoke again.
"Are you in Night City now?" Tara was very surprised, and her mood grew heavier. Could it be… Emma hasn't gone back yet?!
Emma replied softly, seeming unwilling to say much more. Tara didn't force her, asked for her specific address, and immediately arranged for someone to pick her up.
