Emma's POV.
The night faded away so far, but Anderson was nowhere to be found.
I was about to step out of the house when I saw Roland carrying Aubrie. She seemed to have lost consciousness.
“What happened to her?” I asked in an alarmed tone as I approached them.
But he ignored my question and laid her on a cemented bench close to us while he rushed to get some water from the house.
“Hey, Aubrie? Come on, open your eyes,” I said softly, but nothing changed.
Roland arrived a few moments later with a cup of water and sprinkled it on her.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, coughing.
She sprang to a sitting position, her eyes bewildered and surprised, as though she had lost something precious to her.
“What happened to you?” Roland asked, but she just kept staring at us, her eyes dart
