Emily Rose's POV.
Sitting in the hospital's third-floor waiting room, tired and despondent, I reflected on the past three months. They had been the most devastating months of my life. Sleep-deprived, crying every night, heartbroken, I was spent. I just wanted it all to end. But was that possible?
Every night was a painful replay. I'd go to bed, have a horrifying dream about Rhett dying in the woods, and then wake up. I would be soaked in sweat, gasping for air, crying, regretting every harsh word I'd said to him. It was pure torment.
I used to be a heavy sleeper, but for the past three months, I hadn't had a single peaceful night.
I was exhausted - physically, yes, but mostly mentally. I dreamed about him. I saw him almost everywhere. Once, I had a vivid vision of him standing before m
