Emma pov
"Let's go back to the Lone Mountain Pack, let's go to the house Ava was in," I suggest thoughtfully, starting to bite my thumb's nail. "Her mother... Well, her supposed mother will have to tell us the truth.”
Matthew stands in front of me, his green eyes suddenly darkening, his hand comes to my face, removing my hand from my lips. His touch brings me a wave of calmness, his eyes filled with seriousness, and also conveys empathy towards me.
"Emma, calm down. Take deep breaths, like this…” Matthew inhales through his nostrils, and I mimic him. "Hold your breath inside for a bit and count with me... one, two, three, four, five. Now release the air very slowly, through your mouth, like this." Matthew's lips are slightly parted by a few centimeters, forming the letter 'O' as the air
