Emily's POV
The event of my shooting replayed in my dreams, a relentless loop in the depths of my subconscious. Jason’s frantic voice echoed through the darkness, a desperate plea lost in the chaos. My father’s distasteful glare bore into me, a silent condemnation that chilled me to the bone. And then there was Helena, her face alight with twisted satisfaction, an ugly portrait of victory that made my stomach turn.
It all happened so fast. I could hardly register the movements, the commands, the threats. I knew Jason could not protect me this time. This was my fate. Death. It felt inevitable. I could not escape it. The cold weight of fear settled over me like a heavy blanket, pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. Every instinct screamed at me to fight, to flee, but my
