Hailey's POV
I rose from my bed and paced around the room, finding the discomfort of lying down hindering my ability to think clearly. My mind had been occupied by one person since last night—Emma. How was she still alive? She was dead and ought to have remained dead. I knew the triplets hadn't forgotten about her. Those foolish boys were still infatuated with her after all this time, which was painfully obvious. It was hard to believe they still held any feelings for her besides hatred, considering all she had done or what I made them think she had done.
The most pressing question was why she spoke and looked at me as if she didn't recognize me. It was undeniably Emma. That girl had made my life so difficult that her annoying face will remain etched in my memory even after a century. I
