EMILY
When they told me I had been unconscious for four days, I had been shocked, almost to the extent where I didn't believe them.
“We thought you were gone forever,” Aunt Lena had said to me last night as she sat by my bed, waiting for me to sleep. “Now, as you sleep, you better wake up in the morning because there's only so much this heart can take.”
There were many things about the envelope and everything that followed after opening it that left me puzzled. One question, in particular, lingered in my mind: Why did Grace want me to have it? The thought of opening the envelope and it resulting in my demise seemed highly unlikely. If Grace, an ancient vampire, wanted to harm me, surely she would have chosen a more ‘efficient' approach.
After much contemplation, I arrived at an uncer
