Emma POV
A car pulled up precisely on schedule, its sleek black exterior glistening under the bright sunlight. I couldn't help but feel uneasy, leaving Clay behind.
I mean, I knew he would be safe here, but as we got into the car, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.
"You have me, Emma," Noah's voice echoed in my mind, breaking through the cacophony of the outside world. I turned to him, and his warm presence enveloped me. A soft smile escaped my lips as I felt a sense of comfort wash over me.
"I know we're all grown, but right now, I wish mom and dad were with us," I admitted, my words carried by the invisible connection between us. Noah's reassurance filled my senses, his voice resonating deep within me.
"I know, Emma, but we will be with them again real soon," he promised,
