Emma’s POV…
I wake up and am so confused. I’m home, not home, but home, home. Like my parents home. I’m in my old bedroom, in my old bed.
I sit up fast, “oh s**t am I dead? Did he kill me?” I run out and run smack into my momma.
“Oh baby thank goodness. I was so worried. I’m glad you’re awake. Are you okay? Have you eaten today? Baby you need to eat.”
So I’m not dead. Andrew must have brought me here. Where is he? I look in the living room and he isn’t here.
“Momma, where’s Andrew?”
“Baby, he’s outside with your daddy. You know how your daddy gets when he’s upset. He has to go work on stuff. They’re fiddling with stuff.”
I just smile at her. She hands me some leftover waffle and I gladly take it. I eat a few bites and I hear my daddy yelling.
“Andrew! Son! Are you okay? Sh
