EMMA
"Emma, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Ian's voice cut through the silence like a blade, sharp and furious.
"You were supposed to come with me. Do you even care how your sister is feeling right now?"
His voice was muffled slightly by the door between us, but the pain behind it was unmistakable. His anger wasn't just rage. It held worries and Desperation.
The sound of a man who was trying to hold together everything he cared about, only to watch it slip through his fingers.
But my decision had already been made. My chest ached, my fingers curled into fists at my sides, but my heart was stone. I had to do this. I couldn't waver.
I moved toward the door with heavy steps and pulled it open.
And there they were.
All three of them stood facing me. Ian, Xander, and Blake.
Ian's chest was rising and falling with the kind of restraint that came just before a storm.
