Emily’s POV
As tears streamed down my face, I couldn’t help but wonder why his words had such a profound effect on me. I knew who he was. I knew his character. So why did his words cut so deeply this time? I hated myself for letting them get to me like this. With a heavy heart, I cried myself to sleep, grappling with the turmoil inside me.
Morning arrived all too quickly, but I couldn’t muster the strength to leave the comfort of my bed. The events of last night still weighed heavily on my mind, leaving me paralyzed with a deep sense of despair. No matter how hard I tried to push myself up, I stayed frozen, trapped under the weight of it all.
“Curse you, Jason Russo,” I seethed silently.
Still struggling to find the motivation to move, Aurora suddenly burst into my room, with Anna trai
