Emmalee
"Emmalee, you're not thinking straight," Sybille claims as she follows me around the room. I'm packing a small bag with some water and supplies that will last me around two days. I'm only taking the basics—most of the things I currently own aren't even mine.
"You asked me to wait a few hours for news about him. That's what I did out of respect for you. I want you to know that. But now it's time for me to figure out what to do and get involved. This is my family we're talking about, Sybille."
"I know," she admits, throwing her hands in the air. "I just don't want you to get hurt. I've never had any other relative apart from my father. I don't want to lose anyone else."
I halt and take her hands in mine. We stare at each other for a few beats before I say, "I know that, and I co
