Emma POV
“Emma,” Mike groans. “You need to let me go,” he tells me trying to stand up from laying me on my bed, but I am still holding onto him.
“Mike, please stay with me. I don’t want to be alone,” I all but whine. I’m barely awake but I know that if I let go, he will leave me. After already losing the family that loves me, I don’t want anyone else up and leave me too. Mike reluctantly stops trying to get out of my grasp and lays on the bed with me.
“I will stay,” he yawns. “But you need to get under the covers, it’s a little chilly in here and you’re only wearing a little dress,” he tells me, but I am too tired to move. I vaguely remember him lifting me up enough to
