Emily POV
"Emily Hart?"
I jolted slightly, heart jumping into my throat.
I stood up like I was being called to the principal's office. My legs felt shaky, and the butterflies in my stomach had evolved into full blown bats.
"Good luck," Sarah said, and Steve offered a soft nod of encouragement.
"Thanks," I whispered, not sure if I meant for the appointment or for just... holding space for me. For making me feel seen.
I followed the nurse down a long hallway, the sound of my wedges echoing off the pale yellow walls. Each step felt heavier than the last. I could feel my heart pounding, my palms sweating, the swirl of nerves and hope churning in my gut.
"You okay, sweetie?" the nurse asked gently.
"Yeah," I lied, giving her a tight smile. "Just... first time jitters."
